demons take me higher
aching in my chest
rising up the liar
resting his lips on my nest,
far away dreaming
breaking out from its egg
the left arters bleeding
crossing heart over leg.



She bears the beauty
of the rose fading
in December,
and of the drop of rain falling
in the yesterday's
aching remember,

and of the pain graving
in the bones of lost strangers,

She bears the sin of the kiss
on her red shinning lips
and the grim smile
on her amberly cheeks
crying to the end of the story...



We're all victims of betrayal
from the head
up to the peak of our tail,
Mended fools trying to begin
the nonbeginnable arrow
Straying right through
the blood in our hearts,
as the unspeakable sorrow.



In the back room
waiting
burning cigarettes
in my head,
I try so hard to pretend
I'm not scared,

Aware
and bearing other skins
but mine,
and other faces
that come in pairs
like shoe-laces
and dice,

Standing still,
Ill
with the desease of time
I'm dieing slowly
very slowly,
Waiting
for the commiting
of my unthinkable crime.



Mirror mirror on the wall
this day is when
I sold my soul,
Mirrow mirrow down the drain
this day is when
I sold my pain.