where to go

 

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?