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.
14 de abril de 2018
Mi canción de amor
Sense here, touch me, under my skin,
you feel that? the thickness that kills
Slice, hard, quick, the sharpness's gone,
you got no more knife, but still got theeth
Get through, and devour me!
I feel so tasteful
Season my wounds, punch me hard
You in my mouth, this is what I want
You've never hated so much before,
after this night only one will stand
Get through, and devour me
You are so mine
Shut your mouth, shut it at once
Hear, they're coming, astonishing bass
Flamethrowing tempest, we're both done,
the silent angels in funeral march!
Wrap my limbs, I'll take your wings
I'll share your flesh with noone else
Flee, cannibalistic lover,
They'd rather take my soul than my shreds
Get through, and devour me
red ritual
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Sea usted libre de escribir lo que quiera en este espacio. No busco que mis lineas le gusten, sino que remuevan sus sensaciones...