From where the dreams hide,
Weaving dreads over the blind spirits,
Stuffing the pillows with worms and sperm,
You spread the vicious air,
all over the tiny, comfy, hairy bedrooms.
dancing the dance of the misery above a rotten cloud,
The cloud that gasps and sweats bloody streams...
I take the cloud's life out of her white breasts,
and drink, and burn the light,
while he gets closer.
His shadow embraces my lungs,
I can feel him behind me
smiling with little knives in his hands.
He caress me gently over my dead corpse...
He intrudes on my pale lips bleeding,
I'm drooling for the sweet invader,
I'm loving the grim desire,
But more sweaty clouds come to my room,
perspiring drops of murkiness,
taking me through the black river.
He tastes them gently, whispers in my neck...
"Oh my sweet dead lolita"
His mouth is the bibulous darkness.
coming out of ethereal interstices
of multiple dreary lips falling over the flesh.
The sooty flesh,
The dim, broken
solitude of the flesh.
from where the dreams hide
Would you close the window