i died so many times
so beautiful and bizare
and now i try the rhymes
to close again, to far
to far as deadly flowers
with perfume of your kiss
that slowly sweet devouers
along with your black lips
and fear not my love
we meant to be together
like the emptiness above
melting in forever...and ever
i always talk to death
my own or others
death is death
it doesnt matters
like whrn the God is dead
for man that killed it
drinkinng wine and eating bread
he killed his God to live
forever and thas it
amen
the beauty of this beauty is in the rough point of it, outside it every one else is a philoshopher
