Spoken Words: My Bittersweet Song

My bittersweet song

My skin is a crack of thorns 
hanging in the fragile wall of my soul
trembling with the waves of a silent voice 
singing the blue song of the shining noise
It is like a crying old lady struggling with the necessity of being loved
or the truth of being forgot 
Is like the wind caressing the sad face of the moon
like the lights that sleeps in the bed of a virgin muse 
Pain is surrounding the weak heart inside the agony of my hands
Crying, shouting, dying
Suffering
Suffering of the slightly indifference that dress the naked body of my womb 
Meanwhile here I am
Whispering the name of every single muse inside my shadows 
waiting for that simple moment between the sunrise thoughts
and the heartbeats of the silent crowd 
Moment that emerge from the agony that crown with violets diamonds
the libid forehead of my nostalgic song 

Viento Serena
(Lala©2012)

Spoken Words: Hurts

Hurts

It is that heartbeat that tells you the meaningless meaning of life
It is that second orgasm that push you to need another pleasure in the flesh of your agony
It is that voice inside the lust of your soul that shout for more and less and more
Struggling down the railroad of painful shadows
Blooding like a stream of sickness lies and words without chastity or nostalgia
Remembering those times that never were true
times that only existed in your own heart full of emptiness
full of lonelies dragonflies painting in blue
And it hurts
Oh hell yes, how it hurts!
Hurts because the cold wind is raping the face of your flesh
Hurts because your womb is empty
how your hands, soul and legs are empty
Hurts because the horizon is so fucking far away
that you can't reach hope
as you can't reach the time to forgive and forget


Viento Serena
(Lala©2012)