My second skin....

Today I woke up looking at yourself again ,wondering if there was not another cruel intention in me as if you were back into my life because I forgot how lonely I am ....laying next to you.
How to be no more the same? All my twisted lies pointed at you.....


Looking back.. I see no more the road that brought me where I am and there is only petrifying dust all around.

La mort de l'âme invite les insectes au festin...

Un festin immonde et impatient de s'incruster entre mes pores. Les remords regargent le spectacle tout en me jetant dans le puit..J'entends encore résonner leurs échos comme des marteaux sur des murs de béton rétrécis; Qu'est-il devenu de toi, en vain!? De ma chaire décomposée, seul l'ennui rejaillit étant ma maîtresse de minuit....mon ultime compagnie.

The Slut Within Us All

RED BLOODED LIPS SHE HAD

And yet, she was covered in tissues made of lust and lies . Violate me, she said, for the whore inside to rebirth under the spell of a virgin's scent prepared to be devoured.

Je est un autre

Et je craignais ranimé ce monstre qui somnole en moi…