Scratching and cutting love’s surrealistic flesh Kissing my nightmares when I wake up Having diseases of being sane Teaching corpses how to live.
I wanna seduce my pale thoughts Rape the ideas of all revolutions Hiding my lust at the bottom of glass Having spiritual war instead of sex.
Will you deny me to enter your skin? Why do you forbid me reading my poems While they try to reject their sexual itch And to steal your breath through the kisses you keep
I swallow my heart ‘cause I’ve nothing to lose now! You say we both could be happy at once But shut up your soul in this physical world – My cigarettes hate the idea of love!