Trash
It's typical, the remembers of zero lovers
becoming in ten daggers direct to the sun.
I'm loving the punish, the less, the empty girl
I touch a demented monster I vomit now,
love the pain and take off my soul.

I'm fading still now.
I looking for myself in the cemetery
of love if you are the same breeze
and we fall alone in every floor in the garden
of the World, old eye come see and leave
seeing than the dance is dust wanting
and Calling or leaving the corpses in flow.
Wringer of our bodies, in the sky with them
I still running from the faith, from the lies about end
that days sequence mere of god's test
I push the lovely air of your clothes in a black train

Scream my name,
because I wanting nothing's else
We said end,
we burned all the clothes of a night with ghosts
Hosting now what we burn, trying a tongue
like the demons of this love,
I hate today in a closed room.
Between skulls and red lights in the roof
she lives and I like to see her with this fire in her eyes
playing on dreams heals the sky
Only darkness in the fresh pain and my hot rest