Pregled posta

There's a sense of end in our tired eyes
and the smell of alcohol in your mouth
I will not kill myself because i've no pictures in which I smile

And consider me as your worst lover
and consider me as your sinner
the only thing that i want to to see
is my defeated and my sperm in your hands

And consider me as your worst lover
and consider me as your sinner
the only thing that i want to feel
is the warmth of your sex in my mouth


don't look for my lifeless body in this universe
cause will no word will justify our end
let me die while your breath migrate so far and consider me...

By Ordo Rosarius Equilibrio / Spiritual Front