Allergenic are his feelings when he hears her yelling..
you love me no more; why should I, he wonders.
faded charms, cold feelings, never-ending arguments.
a scull filled with grey hair, hopelessly trying to feel something,
while she adores temptation
joy blew up insane minds
seductive attempts, failed..
dear, try one last time that old song
voices fly shy, dead tones,
traps just wont work
no more, admit it,
after all those years, she is…
still bleeding, still craving for him;
cloaked behind a misty smile, she remains.
surrender; maybe she will not.
she remains…a fighter.
yes, it looks to far…
still here, just as if yesterday
fraud and other stuff; you fancy!
monsters lay in your charming curves
take it away when you mercy
close to me, you never was
fury fulfill my soul with fantasy
take my breath away, and bury it in a deep well
do not wonna love you again
try to forget, why on earth to do it?!
a millions times, again,
just another floor to lose.
the smell of your breath, hated it.
lost it all..
i am mercy-less;
please, just get lost is the dark….
” I have never been a happy boy to say: yesterday has been always prettier”.
– Mahmoud Darwish.
Can you deny that ” There’s just too much that time can not erase”!
Splendor witty cutie.
He missed you, tell him not to;
He wanted you, tell him how to not do;
You left, he never new where to?
On your fantastic curvy waist, lays a tattoo,
He would beg for, tell him now how to?
He adores you, do you as well do,
Speechless doll; would lie to.
Cutie, remove the tattoo.
Love was nothing but a breath-taking concerto.
Now, you might dispose his photo.
Is it irrelevant when she still insists for a divorce?
Is it so when he still shy away!
I am sorry; he said it a million times..
Faced with rejection a million times..
Down to the knees..no kindness in the night.
Eyes went dry in winter raining sky.
You are bountiful,,,useless.
Your skin is my paradise full of tress…
No more, those turned leaf less..
Generating sick mighty madness..
Changing your hair color, irrelevant.
Please me; hopeless.
Night’s curtain falls endlessly,
Blurred divorce images looms announcing the start of another journey.
Alfonso thought about it since he was twelve….
Today, it is imminent.. Yes; it should be now before it is too late..
He is just not so sure where or when to start…and
With what?,….With whom?…..And why is it need:
Mate, it is a pain in the neck. Call whoever to recreate stinky souls..
When all done; devils will entertain the town again..
Chimneys fall on the backer shop..
Bar girls running across the street half naked..
Holding her son with bloody weak arms; Kate screams.
Be aware, the buss driver just went unconscious; drunk maybe.
Now, Alfonso calls again…
No answer… Why? Where it the Lord of the rings..
Where did all the peculiar guys disappear?
Alfonso, it is just another one ugly illusion of yours; Kate shouts..
Time to create it all over again; Maintain you manhood.
Disgusting as she stands critical while he brushes his teeth;
At the bathroom door step she stands on one leg screaming
Blaming and vowing for revenge
He stares at the mirror, his eyes turning scary
The black scorpion moves down the corner of the ceiling towards the door step
She is still there barefooted, with a light pink transparent cotton top
She borrowed from a friend last summer
Splashed of his toothpaste penetrates her lousy top
It has been quit a time; need to get out of the stinky bathroom
He continued brushing, blood drops in the wash basin..
She noticed the drops; got extra irritated…
Are you going to spend the night brushing? She shouted.
His heart beats escalated, his lunges became tighter.
Wished the scorpion could end this siege;
He is free now..