you're my sexual wanting and my prayer
the misticity, broken out in pieces,
my destruction and my life,
never a beginning but just my end,
finally losing my mind
and being kipnapped by a never denied passion...
you dissacrate everything
you're the reason I've chosen to lose myself forever...
joy and death
I gave you all that I could
and you gave me it too...
we lost ourselves
just to find us again...
no matters what people say
nobody could understand it
and for what we feel inside
we have just paid out enough...or maybe...never enough...
we have to fight hard to be as we are,
for our difference,
for our ribelliousness,
for our lack of conformity...
you dont respect anyone...
neither I, because anyone deserve it
and it's hurting---still it is...
my scars never stop blooding...
I could never conceive love without pain
because the search of happiness is just an illusion,
something unreal...
why do we always have a smile in our faces?
passion is all that matters
and passion is dark
and passion burns...like loneliness...
we'll go on... where?
