J'sens l'plan ce soir un vieux relent d'mon histoire. Le temps passe vite, on passe l'as, on tourne triste. Si tu t'agites pas, on t'split de la liste.
Je tire cent fois, sans foi ni loi. Le souffle alerte, cours ma perte. En apne, la gorge noue. Faire table rase du pass A quoi je sers ?. . Sommes-nous l'espoir ?.
Avec malice ses glisses en oblique ton regard complice. Tu sais je suis un novice en terme de silice. Comme je suis curieux de laisser glisser mon vice.
Shugga, le nec plus ultra. Gansta's paradise. Ici bas les bandits font la ola. C'est le ramdam souk dawa. Pas de loi les filous sont les rois. Tous les gars s'font peta l j'ris pas.
Short wave dictator launches the blitzkrieg. Upon your frontal lobe. The unexpected siege of the fortress. Thought impenetrable world peace. . Just a few elusive frequencies away.
seeking to expand the sympathy collection self-esteem should never be parasitic. and stagnation should never get comfortable anxiously awaiting the answers.
Religion in the corner of my eye. A peeping tom and a hole in the sky. The last stall on the left as our makeshift confession booth. . Your parents will never know, stalked by child's nightmare.
Dear everything, today I witnessed. A crucifixion in pink and lavender and gold. I've heard people say that beauty is in details. But I don't think they have ever seen you.
With trembling fingers I trace her jawline. Geometric mystery of celestial design. . Her fragile lips for delicate grins. To spite the sour heart within.
This is an advertisement for the skin machine. Paid for by the people that supply the lash. For these pointless acts of self-flagellation. The vultures are made up like mockingbirds and they're circling.
I sneak a sniff of her live wire hair.. It is bright red with random sparks.. My bionic sister teaches me inhumanity.. Parting her silver thighs and making love obsolete..
The trivial little things left in your wake. Are beloved terminally infected limbs. It is not the firing squad but the blindfold. That makes us tense.
uncertainty demands attention like a middle child and narrows focus. like a bone saw it is the cocoon from which the truth emerges. and once the pattern upon the wings is unveiled it transcends.
They heckle the gunshy assassin, led away in shame. The chameleon is my favorite animal. I learned that boys in dresses are okay on the last day of school.
She rolls out of bed. With the blankets wrapped around her. Around her dragging like the. Virgin's wedding gown. . There's a scarlet hourglass. At the base of her spine.
Long hair, lace - up boots. Red lipstick in my pocket. I'm on my own now. Backyard of your mind. No more words are spoken. Who knows what's left behind.
You called me last night. To say good-bye.. All I have to do is to delete your number. . Well, I really couldn't break your heart. It's made of silicon.
We built this scene with nothing but heart. Real kids making it better than it was at the start. Those who don't feel the efforts put in those before.
Get in line and get ready to die. To die in slow agony. It's killing you from the inside. Wake up and open your eyes. . So you can feel your hell. Your nightmare is your everyday life.
You're not my savior. And you never will be. You're not my savior. And you never will be. . Blame me, because. I never worshiped your lies. Chanting your hymns to a ghost.