jueves, 20 de diciembre de 2012

surgery


A kiss for anesthesia and I'm ready for surgery, surgically removed every emotion. I could lie here and look at you for hours Please do not touch me, let me pray for you- .  you do not pray, when i love i create deity. You'll be loved by me, be pleased with me, you can become god.I put my head on your legs and my hair will cover it all, so common and dirty red like red of blood , I corrupt everything. I am all that you have whispered in my ear at night, I am all that you have desired. You're like bribing a dead meat. How rot what is already rotten.  Perhaps  rotten and rotten we could heal.  Maybe we're canceling everything, and maybe go back at the beginning, a new Garden of EdenLike an angel and a hell of a conscience, I sit on both of your shoulders: A thigh on your right shoulder, and left thigh. You wanted to hurt me, you planned to go slow, painful like a wounded animal  you wanted to eat my all, with my child's voice you wonder why your evil behavior. This is Cursed by you .. my God!, we have been thrown out of the sky, and now we're already in hell and below us there is nothing more. 

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