.. ODE TO L.I will fade, I will be a light halo in a drunk past
And your hell will haunt me, I have no answer
No power on your nights, nothing to bring you back
I stand with my mess, my dusts and my wars
My butterflies instead of curtains
My regrets, always the same song
It’s said that winter will make me strong///
I will cry, I will cry another loss another past
The segments tasteless when I come down
No power on your nights, nothing to bring you back
I’ll refuse the warmth of another romance
It kills me more than hunger and despair
My regrets, always the same song
It’s said that for some reasons you were wrong///
I’m sitting, I’m sitting behind crackled statues
I’m counting the weight of these dusts of feeling
No power on your choice, no strength to catch you back
My tears melt the ice but the ice covers all
A cycle a circle another diseased love
My regrets, always the same song
A shadow for my naïve and hopeless same song
Lie to me **** lie, if I lay down in the middle of the street
Would you stop the cars the wars the tanks the clouds
If I swear to be perfect would you love me
Would you save me?//
Live with me ****, enlighten me, climb it with me
Would you catch me bring my breath back
If I call you would you come this time
Would you save me?//
Let this night **** let it shine and glow with me
Would you sleep by my side til the end of time
If I cast a spell on your smile asleep
Would you save me?//
Love me lightly hardly **** I worth the trip
The rage in us the flame in us burns enough
If I cry alone in my hidden place
Would you save me?//TO THE GRACE
Creeping… your feet…
You guess I’m gonna sell my pride?
Creeping… like a mythic beast…
Metallic insect mechanic synthesis
Creeping… the shadow into your circle of light
The halo that burns my aborted flight
You cheat on me, you lie to me
You cut my breath… your mind-set
But it’s not enough, it’s not enough
Your light is my toxic food
It’s not enough to make me cease
The more it’s rough the more i’m pleased…
I see you scorched by some sweet vendetta
Buried alive in my underground
In my wonderland
Illusions this prism
Waiting this prison, rhythm under bass
Operational to make you mine
Nothing rational you forsake your line…
//////ONE WEEK BLACKOUT for L. /////////////////////////////////////// Another corridor, criminal hunger, i don't give a shit/She's my personal hell, spectral past of yours, i don't give a shit/The candle hardly lits my path i stumble, you don't give a shit/I'm warrior battles against your ghosts i follow your beat// Dominos and dice, deciever i shiver i don't give a shit/I enter the black row of your silence i don't give a shit/I'll hit myself on your cold walls you don't give a shit/You soldier burning my white flag i follow your beat// Equals the pain equals the future i don't give a shit/Alchemy of written disaster i don't give a shit/A doll in the crowd no idea of the point you don't give a shit/I can fall, die, fly, fail and be down i follow your beat// A baby of you a future of you corridor exit/Sonata, sun high task, sin attack corridor exit/Elapsing, collapsing rebirth fulfilled thirst corridor exit/A ticket a new start over sea, lover see the golden exit....
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i am a fucking warrior.
does that make sense for you?
i am your North.
...........................................Anger was the stone
I threw it through the black window.
Thousand pieces of dark glass, thousand pieces of me turned into ice.
I cut my fingers while I tried to collect a slice of memory.
I spread some seeds and the ground was merciful, the ground filled with mineral love the white petals, giving this special pigment… anyway.
Once upon a fall, the ground became drier than the concrete of Paris suburbs, it had no taste at all, it was no substance. The petals, unfed, faded.
Ashes, and between the atoms of this past, the glowing vestiges of my lovely crime?
Ashes that turn so pale the sparkles of my anger.
Trapped between the metallic nails of some wolf child, I failed. But the dream was over, I woke up and he smiled.
I thought he smiled to forgive. But he smiled to escape.
No one is to blame.
Faith into the purity of this window we used to gaze through.
Crackled glass made of sand that smells burnt lavender, melt by a cynic fire. The window was not pure enough.
Crumble past fade to mend that pretty disaster. And I burn now the last wire.
Anyway…
My window I forgot it faster than a tequila shot.
Instead I built a castle made of glass, but if you want to know, I never dance inside.
I prefer the wild air, the tango of this wind that every night makes me fly.
Anna a peur.
Encore.
Des basses profondes, des couleurs glacées. Une texture un grain.
Le mouvement en synchronie sublime avec les organes émus.
Anna tes entrailles jaillissant de l’idée. Du Rêve.
Insaisissable tu meures éveillée.
Le temps est ce mercure posé sur tes lèvres.
Les contradictions des Hommes et de leurs machines.
Et de leur nature.
De leurs doigts, de leurs claviers.
Comme une épée enveloppée de gaze.
Comme dominée, aigre et biphasée,
L’ancre rouillée de l’impalpable
La rosée devint absinthe
Et le temps palindrome.
honey whats up how are u where are u paris london i miss your sweet jokes aaaaaaaaaaa and karin i lost the adress of the english boy indian english i mean bjorn is in london maybe they should meet if u have would be great
oh beautiful how are u u did so good to add.i miss all of you,was really great time :) i send you positive vibrations and i am glad to listen you. love
hello fairy ! i know it's been a while and i hope time will let you talk to me. if not just to tell you i'm in new york now as you had said. hope you are well
