In this sepulchral silence glimpse of your spit fire that demolished
blasphemous that love of graceful metal
made of pure alloy efebos
lovers in the shadow
know me hell
abysmal gall to cough up that pleasure with me
perfidy angry skin calcined serene
innocent even without seeing our sun, only that headstone above
live, love, dying, dying
flew crazy irrational involved in heart
and now my dream is to find escape
from the top of the city where you walk Fairy Ghost
I have strings in a world of
and undaunted conviction in this habit
unexplored dimension in which vague moon moon
where I cry my eyes crystals that split
much love, so much joy in perverse thoughts stray
tortuous
cadences and perpetual ignominy of fetters
without singing tender
do not know what tomorrow will
whether day or night
eternal hope I do not open the hope drought
sun no clouds my dark eternal night owl
Without it, without it ....
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