The ink in the words of my diary
Rot within the thick white papers now
The smells know no freedom.
I sit with my voices, indistinct
Talking to my red clothed treasure
Wishing for some magic to encounter
To turn the writings my life again.
The world captive between the pages
Calls me to step there again
But the reality ties my legs up to hell
Fire and pain rise from the earth
And wait for my skins to soak them up
My nerves scream in cold nights
Hunting the calmness of my brain
And makes me stand at my window
To look into the stars
And search for the moon of my past.
The diary on my table mocks a smile,
Laughs at my foolish eyes
Read me again, i hear it ruin the night
I then go to my bed and try a death
But i know
I'm going to explore the lost again
And caress my tears and my scars
over the old brown pages in my diary.

-subh

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I roam around the corridors of your skin
To look for the sun, the moon, the stars,
Where all demons die, my desires breathe;
My grips on your breasts, scratches of lust
Words dead, blowing life to your moans,
I push my light into the vast of your night
Thrusts after thrusts, i reach the depth
Rums and drugs ruining all our red veins
Orgasms after, we lose our paths to return
Where we sit silent, naked, to write a forever.

-subh

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