mercoledì 17 novembre 2010

Crossroads

Meet me
I'll offer you my wrist
Till it comes the morning mist
Bite me.

See me
Through the bushes and through the wrath
When I'm diverting from my path
Bite me.

Catch me
Force me to pay all I owed
In an hidden crossroad
Bite me.

Love me then
Take my breasts, my neck, my blood
My best, my wreck, my bud
And free me.

Wait, devil of the surface
You don't care 'bout my words
So save your four chords
Stop whispering in my ear
The only thing I fear
Is your lack of scent -so sad
It means you are dead-