She’s black with eight legs - a Maltec spider up to some mischief. She’s a high-tech arachnid, hanging from her cobweb thread. She is a depressive artist that exists to exit. In her box she blacks out her little soul. I miss you, little spider.
To the lives that watch over mine: I know I will have to leave you in time. To the lives who supported mine: I know I will have to leave you in time. Mortality is a snow covered and bl...
The sorrow of the night turns into a choir during the day. The ritual of indecisiveness I practiced is blown away by the rays of love shining from you. My world that was upside down is ...
You didn’t seem to notice when I opened my heart to you. You only seem to have your door half open. Everything hangs on the word ‘maybe’. I’m afraid of starting over again. You didn’t s...
He is sad and prepared. Nothing approaches. Around madmen, he cries out ‘Love could kill you’. He does not allow words of love to touch him. He looks into a mirror. His heart embraces t...
I fall to the ground, resigning from a horizontal life. My thoughts are freezing and my ego has withdrawn. I feel nothing. I resent that which keeps me from you. I confide that I am at ...
Beautifully free but imprisoned within a dual sphere. He lives in a vortex of insanity, without fear! He’s alone and yet he isn’t. Surrounded by his closest allies, he helps them in fi...
Some of us did not choose to be born. We feel deep down in ourselves this sadness that draws us away from the light. Suffering bears down upon us like a weight on our back. We sometimes...
I’ve slowly been changing as you have tried to quickly kill me. The alarm bells are sounding, but I smile innocently! You really were my favourite... but now the times are darker. I re...
It is impossible to reduce my life to simple formulas. This is because of its infinite nuances. My life is like a letter written backwards, running through my head, waiting to be born. ...
The night’s hands are gloved. Its image is unfinished, but there is not enough time. The moon is fading. Nights frail fingers are so cold, but as they move, they sculpt the dawn and the...
Little dust particles floating in the streaming sun, are alive with energy, connected by static. I am tormented by a mausoleum I found wandering in a void of fear. I turn the empty page...
Poor puppets pass me by like phantoms. They are so strange and pale. They sing a monotonous song that makes the night so cold. Each of them is tied to their heart. Do I wear a mask? If ...
I’m a simple person who prefers to remain silent. The only noise I want to hear is the long grass growing in the wind. I just want to be simply loved... but life has hurt me, and love h...
Sweet - it is so sweet. Your body is sliding over my skin. I can feel your hot mouth blowing all over my words. It feels it could last forever. It is the first time I have shivered with...
Dreaming in bed, I turn and rest my head in on a dark pillow. Falling silently through the night, I see the light. I try to laugh but all my fears come pouring out at once. I hear my ec...