Their rough portrait takes life, among desires of rape,
I wish to die in me, before seeing you die.
You hide among the trees, believing that I cannot see you, make sick the steps of brutality. Oh mortal creature, the fear of the shadows maybe a love that cries…
Cries for the blood of horns, timidly you come closer devastating a face of lies, melting my soul to your body.
Dear face of bones, that shiver my veins anxious to be chewed for a graveyard kiss. You covered the grounds with your shade, crosses are blind.
Tomstones that growl a name, humbles the anguish of my bereavement. Sink your wound and drink of it, burns the fires of my hate as the storm of the winds. desperately seduced, for smashing yourself leave for where you came, my funeral delirium surrounds you. It’s worse living than diying.
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