A Smooch from the Devil

I look up to your figure,
Sending the chills,
So beautiful,
Then you caught me between your hands.

I have no choice but to hold your palms,
Cause the maze I’m seeing in your eyes gonna send me insane.

I’m in complete awe for you,
And you suffocate me with your kisses,
Clawing me with your nails,
You’re a devil,
And you grab my head to suck my soul off my lips.
You kiss me hard hard I can’t even differ night and days,
I’m in endless ectasy,
You pin me hurtful, shoulder up in my head, smothering me, ending my breath,
I’d die happily.
You burn my skin with your mark,
And I carve you precious.
And I call you the Devil between my whisper,
And I flee from your burning skin,
And I still find my way to you.


Someday Someone Will Want to Cling to Your Palms

And for today we are going to lay.
Today we are going to lay, down and even lower.
We get quiet, staring at translucent ball out there,
Where it is indeed actually a secret part of something called future,
Someday someone will want to cling to your palm.

And I talk in really high pitch,
Rambling that we’re feeling cold,
And down,
Someday someone will want to cling to my palm.

Today we communicate rushly,
What we look is an angry soul,
Red maybe,
And we we keep laying, keep feeling cold :
Someday, no later in the future, someone will want to cling to our palm.

Encounter in the Cold

I wish she’ll left her tumblr. Or her pencil case. Or her pen : anything that allows me to chase her, talk to her. I think I saw our future as she glance into me. I’m a foolish man when it’s about dream. I talk to her in my dream, I ask for her name in the dream. I make her laugh, I make her look into me. I walk with her to the door, out to the crosswalk and cold concrete, in cold rain where we started to hold our hand dearly warm. She gives me that glance again, and I know this is the right time to warm her cold lips. As I smile to her, I look back into that glance, I put my hand on her plump cheek and I kiss her. I kiss her and there only be happy ending for us. I’m a foolish man when it’s about dream.

What is it Inside the Head of Murderer

I was wondering what you’ll ask me,
About me.
About the last story I end,
That one last song I let her to listen.
Cause you gotta pass at least one killer in your life.
Or twice.
Or thrice,
More ever than that,
And you gotta wonder
Gonna chase..
And I’d love to know what you’ll ask me.

The Cheerful Morning

I’m in the nostalgic rhythm,
Where your lips on mine, when the sky reachable and cold, and where the stars stops to be the brightest.
I know where to touch you and I’m grinning so wide.
I keep keeping my finger on your skin.
You are real as I reach my hand into the dream,
Also feel the glow in the little dream I’ve always chasing.

And the world gonna wait for me,
The time gonna freeze to me,
I’ll still be tiny, later I’ll feel the biggest,
And I keep drowning myself into the airless room.
Where it is the light after my eyes,
When it is her I’ll be waking up to,
I’ll still be grinning ears to ears, waking up to you.

Rose Red Blood

Next to the sitting human bones,
Above the soil floor,
Lays beautifully the red red petals,
As red as the skin of your crying eyes.

Next to your hope and your wishful thinking,
Just below the stark full moon and its redness,
I saw her bath in those Red Rose Petals.
I told her, ‘come and join me for the dinner.’
She says, ‘I gotta keep throwing the petals,
All the petals,
All the redness, and I only got to stop when the bones turning into ashes,’
And she did.
She did not going to the dinner,
Keep throwing in the river of Red Rose Petal,
She keep looking enchanting between her cries,
And she burning the bones into ashes.

Sleep Paralysis

The curtains, it blown so hard by the wind outside, it was wrong of me to let the window open. I long to close it, yet somehow I was unable to move. I felt like my whole body being pinned. By something. By the lack of breath, I tried to move but I couldn’t. I tried to scream but I’m mute, I say my prayer inside my head, as I feel there’s something next to my neck, pushing so hard into my neck, wanting to be inside of my neck, wanting to be me. I say my prayer inside my head. I lost. I say my prayer inside my head, It got an inch into my neck, I suddenly heard his voice. His deep black voice, talking in a language I couldn’t understand, and I look into the door, into the black big figure with red eyes creepily watching at me. He thought I couldn’t see him. He thought he could own me. He was trying to observe me. As I say my prayer inside my head, I started to gain my body back. I fell back into another sleep. I woke up to the still curtains, to the perfectly locked window.