Quise escribir en este espacio una analogía al color rojo. Pude citar la sangre, la carne, los ojos vampíricos, el aroma de la muerte... Pero no. Este blog es rojo porque yo lo deseo. Eso debería bastar.
8 de noviembre de 2010
Adornar tu cuello
23 de octubre de 2010
The Paintaker
10 de septiembre de 2010
Sex night (for the living dead)!
19 de marzo de 2010
Hogar sagrado
Astarté
27 de febrero de 2010
...if you please
Drop yourself and lay on your knees...
Should I jail you, or tie your neck?
Scratch my body as I lick your breasts...
Let me smell your dirty underwear...
Wanna chew your bloody cameltoe...
Wanna split you from your asshole...
Gonna make you feel like a whore...
Gonna pump you ´till your veins explode!
En las fotos: Lorelei Lee
6 de febrero de 2010
Sacred Beast
Drop out your neck hair
The Master has signed on you
Your back´s crowded in nailmarks
Your eyes are crowded in sweet tears
The sacred beast smells your fear
You´ll drain your sweat until there´s no more…
You can´t evade my whip
But you are not even trying
I know you want to suffer
You´ve never been so real
Your body´s wasted
Plegaries are broken
Your boiling blood, infinite contractions
Close your eyes and get lost in lust
The sacred beast smells your fear
You´ll drain your breath until there´s no more…
You can´t evade my whip
But you are not even trying
I know you want to suffer
You´ve never been so real
Al Herrera
(La imagen es del maestro Santerineross)
22 de octubre de 2009
Diseño del caos
11 de octubre de 2009
Senseness
your own body
The guilt impales you and leaves its mark
my dirty hands
Your own fluids under my nails
Can´t feel regret…
my secret plan
oscilating as pendulus of heart
in blood pressure
I´ll not allow you to take breath
the eternal life
The holy orgasms you´ll suffer by
my price of lust
The Moon´s full so you won´t get sad!
Can´t feel regret!
9 de septiembre de 2009
My serial killer
31 de agosto de 2009
Poem to my victim
Imagine my tongue leaving its sinful trace of desire
Imagine your world blown off by the furious pleasures I give you,
and the darkness you will lay on, made of your own dry blood
Satan assigned me to bring you the real face of insanity
Noone will save you unless you get prophanated your virginity
I will screw you, I will saciate
the putrid feelings I can`t regret
I will make you wish the pleasure of death
I'm your holy butcher, the priest that corrupts your temple
I'm the bastard that fulfills your worst expectatives
I will sacrifice your soul
I will drain out your dark blood
I will make you wish the pleasure of death...
Trust the truth of the faithless,
it will set you free
The Unleashed is awaking,
be part of the prophecy
Look'round, look for the injury,
smell the burning bodies,
take a seat in my table,
and taste the flesh of guiltness!
17 de julio de 2009
Dominar
24 de mayo de 2009
Historias de versos: Autum Whore
Estaba el gran Tony escribiendo la cuarta y última estrofa del texto, cuando la belleza exótica de medio oriente le mordió el pene, pues su mandíbula estaba cansada y adolorida de permanecer abierta durante varios minutos. El gran Tony soltó un grito del sincero dolor, se retiró a la chica que succionaba la sangre sin darse cuenta, y después de perder la firmeza (y con ello, la inspiración), le rompió el Santory en la cabeza.
El gran Tony estaba asustado, pues su arrebato borracho de ira lo llevó a cometer un posible homicidio. La belleza de medio oriente yacía en el suelo, encima de una manchita creciente de sangre proveniente de su oriental cabellera. Pero seguía respirando, así que el susto del gran Tony sólo lo hizo contemplarla. Sus ojos veían los labios de la prostituta, embebida en semen reposado, sangre y abundante saliva.
Es así como surgió Autum Whore.
Bloody knees decorating my soul,
bloody and warm floors
where I walk on,
bloody are the hands I stroke you with,
bloody the cum I asphixiate you with
Let me give you the best pain,
the only dying you will never forget!
Is it crude? I know,
I wish
you realize the delight you´ll carry on,
I´ll see you asking for fucking more,
You´ll waste my ears yith your fucking noise
Let me give you the best pain,
the only dying you will never forget!
19 de marzo de 2009
Knives with souls
were all ready in the table
I was entering in the dimension
all knives were filled with a soul
We are all prepared for the orgy
of wine and blood and sodomy
darkness scratching your back
light lacerating your breasts
You wanted it the hardesty way
your flesh burnt with combustible lust
your eyes wrapped in putrid hedor
your brain beating the rythm of scares
Your own scares…
5 de febrero de 2009
Sinful Red
you can´t avoid my toor privileges
you can´t stop me,
my name is Violence, I´m punching fist
I´m not leaving you
alone into santiy chains,
you asked for it,
you must be brutally spanked,
you wanted no mercy
now wait for a gorgeous death!
I am despair
sucking your feet
Darkness is increasing
screwing up your nerves
Desist, I won´t get tired,
I´m gonna dress you in sinful red
31 de enero de 2009
Disorder
Confess your sin,
19 de diciembre de 2008
Ravenous
You must realize I am your foe.
Feel my whipping destruction,
feel the blood in your asshole...
Machines torturing your guts,
your assflesh bouncing with my chains,
I`ll hurt you till you worn out
and your mind can´t feel no pain.
Your skin... Ravenous... of paddles!
Bones crashing, superbondage,
outraging screaming carcass,
carving the Hell beneath your eyes,
stop shouting me your disgrace
Your skin... Ravenous... of paddles!
Your skin... Ravenous... of paddles!







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