The piece is burning

Shaking and binding to begin

the moment

has been

a fast kiss, a fading bliss

This curious vacuum

a hole down my throat

swallowed, crushed and torn

well everything turned to moans

It reminded me of

Digging until i was born

and i

Dug it to the bones

I've been human, i've carried a stone
dragged like a sick patient
I've been conscious, i've been alone



Sighing mimes scheming into contorted dim lights, they bent time to find and blame the tamed

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# Posté le lundi 07 décembre 2009 22:52

Modifié le jeudi 17 décembre 2009 00:32

61 days

There is a reality that is fading black
crawling in between my hands
A body filled with parasites
fantasized through the chink of my cranium
This selfish act of mine
a cruel velleity
Drugged angels cleaving a line
a way through the ammonia ice
of my so blurry eyes
I Broke the surface again
threw myself on the decay
with cold members laid above the needles
i watched the stars
and made my prayers
my stained fingers aiming the blooming evils
They're singing the last syllables
whispering one after another always taking longer
Their sticky words stuck in my lungs
I've never known any good medicine
So i had to lay down the paper my excuses









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# Posté le dimanche 29 novembre 2009 18:18

Modifié le jeudi 10 décembre 2009 15:24

-Then who am i to survive this apocalypse?


I raised my voice up to the storm
And the trembling sky stood still
I screamed everything
a gigantic frame made of ashes exploded ahead
and i know those metal corpses never fell tonight
It's so deceiving, let go
Let go of pain
let go of everything that surrounds you
This ocean of fears
I shall have your face and you shall wear mine
Walk in, through the picture
Leave behind and burn the future
you loved and got loved back
so
Let go
walk in



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# Posté le dimanche 29 novembre 2009 03:03

Heretic

It doesn't exist anymore
And if it does, I think it's dead
A blank face or
a truth
a truth would suffice
But if it's gone
I rather be runnin'
Running along
lungs out
And never turn
Never turn and shout


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# Posté le jeudi 19 novembre 2009 22:04

raging

I am a modern and pragmatic robot, medial machine and a programmed understander, a practical individual
a truthful outsider, a role playing outstander, i choose not, i judge not, obeying to the safe laws of others. I'm emotionless and opinion-free, i shut my little mouth when authority speaks to me. Protestation and rebellion is for the weak. I walk eyes closed, veins stoned seven days a week. I have no nationality, The world is my city, the world is nothing more but me. I own every self-pretention contest
My body is up when my mind is down but i do not know any form of conscience, i choose ascertainable science, no unstable and doubtful existence, I can't assume to breathe if i can't find a rational sense.

I cannot waste any of my precious seconds, I cannot spend my time hands and head free, I spent my nights anxiously foreseeing the day and my days desperately waiting for the night. I praticly jump on the targeted bus, i take the train on high speed rails to the cities(I'm paying bails), I take the fastest plane, the supersonic jet to great-britain with my clean black suitcase, my dark shades and my gray ties, I listen to aphonic voices, wires connected to my ears, the latest world information drowning in my well-disciplined synapses

I use the single use soaps and toothpastes, the one dollar shampoo. the ten dollar energizing drink in the mini-bar and the seven stars hotel rooms for two thousand cash the night. My life holds in a box, my sham feeling of freedom paid with one single buck. I live from room to room, from, to the first floor then the second. I own everything but a home

I am a boy, a girl, a man, a woman, a transexual, a metallic body. Once a day i get a new surgery and i bought three million mirrors to get rid of my initial identity, I got makeup tattoed and went hermaphrodite, my sex's like modelling clay. I put some botox into my cheeks to make them look like tight kite strings.


I'm a hypersexual, the higher level, overeactive. diseaseproof, never with the same female
I consider it as a one hour possession, I take every disposition, I can't afford to create my own ressurection
I'm totally non-sensitive and dissociating love from every physical sensations

I am evolution

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# Posté le mercredi 18 novembre 2009 17:54

Modifié le vendredi 04 décembre 2009 00:57

Swim deep within the dim lightbulb
There ain't a scar after that hollow night
When time elapses, when shadows ride
Your eyes will be strong, your face will be high

And as you slowly arise to meet the nameless
the winds and the waves are building a rebellion
revolting ground consuming the faithless nations
and the world becomes an empty field of dreams again

levitate, agonize
deviate, dehumanise
for the sharing is dead
so many lies through the lines we shouldnt have read
you can catch between the verse
and through the moment we
we are
Longing for the white universe
The white universe
The white universe



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# Posté le vendredi 13 novembre 2009 01:21

Modifié le mercredi 18 novembre 2009 17:12

See

I've got so many ways to hate
But not much will to change
My release, my hurt
Caught my heart in a hearse, cradled into the grave
And my ghost running after
Hidding, failed again
crawl to me, inherent curse
I'm nailed
down the white plain

I heard the man
he whispered tales and
strangled himself with pain
When the blue stained his face
My gravity vanished
And there was perfectly no more
Shame, that turned into joy
and guilt became a wish
Vanished to the core
We had
conquered

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# Posté le jeudi 12 novembre 2009 18:06

shout

- Tel deux corps fumants perdus dans l'amas de la règle
- Nous nous dirigeâmes furtivement vers l'astre appelée imagination
- Les brumes et les poussières stellaires nous aveuglant
- Chaque nouvelle pulsion excitant nos nerfs de lions

- Deux corps brulants en quête de satisfaction
- Nous volâmes jour et nuit pour échapper au dramatique
- Riant d'hallucinations cosmiques, d'un délire anesthésique
- Retrouvant le sable perdu au c½ur des constellations

- Seuls et valsant sur de lointains battements sonores
- Nos têtes vidées de l'obsession
- Nous sommes les enfants d'Icare
- Couchés sur les ailes de cendres célestes

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# Posté le dimanche 25 octobre 2009 23:42

oh

Ces anges qui, tous en rangs
et les yeux clos sur le malheur
perdrons la tête dans l'insoutenable ouragan
la tête haute, pendue par la lueur
les anges danserons, valserons, brulerons leurs yeux
se reliant tous vers le soleil
emplis de patience et le c½ur en feu
en une véritable étreinte des merveilles
Ils chanteront le long retour vers les cieux
ces anges qui, sous la lumière de la nuit
S'évanouissent sans crier leurs terreurs
Iront sans un pas, sans un bruit
Hors de ce mauvais rêve si creux
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# Posté le samedi 24 octobre 2009 15:08

Modifié le jeudi 29 octobre 2009 00:54

Look at my face

In time i will
Cast my displeased heart aside my chest
Wrap my nerves around the world
Squeeze my veins to break the countdown
Watch my path of desillusion from a higher place
Cause it's only..
A trembling dissociation & a flight over the halfman's mist
And i will
find myself laying down a cold plain, watch the ocean fall to the sky in a raging bliss
Knowing they kept another quetapine for me when i will get back home
In my pockets there's no key, shock; respect the delay, keep your head above moanings and disarray
And i tried everyday, just so they know, they'll keep me all calm and okay
I'm fine so disordered, one step or another, watch my feets swing their only way
Ain't being no fool, no, just fragmented, fucking amused
Oh OH OH
Watch the player who is now discarded
You'll never meet my face again
Show me how to get all dressed and clean, to socially promote the vain
To carve my specialities, to punish my inability
God i don't need this fucked up reign!
Look at my face i'm just dying for this to end
SUCK UP MY VISON
SENSELESS MEN
WON'T YOU MEET ME NOW MY FRIEND
Somehow you'll find out what i really meant
Oh, Oh
oh, Oh
OH
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# Posté le dimanche 18 octobre 2009 02:22

Modifié le jeudi 22 octobre 2009 11:26