All these pleas are prayers
To an unholy god, so I do them backwards
In a way only both of us we'll be aware
of brokens vows and tales of murdered angels
I feel them sliding slowly by my locked lips
Tearing apart against my clenched teeth
I feel their taste on my tongue, a lingering
acrid flavour of pride and compliance
Made to quench the thirst of a hundred lives
When I kneel down and undress all of my skins
Some of them are nothing but firewood
While others are merely to satisfy the hunger
In all of them, I'm the torturous believer
Throwing up gospels and eating blasphemy
And licking your blessings off my fingers
When I talk about sin, there's no way for me
to spare myself from the humanity of any of them
Specially when all I've wanted was to torment
the skies above just to stand up to your glory
And prove you're just as human and faltering
And weak when it was my fury you could feast on
You'd slice my hymns apart to their sick core
And apply the ointment on my self-inflicted wounds
You can't never say you know the warm of a
traitor's skin, because we have the same temperature
But when my curses plucks you out of your heaven
And my godliness feel like the only colony left
for you and your deviant doctrine
You'll rise to it - skinless

Spilled Ink

There are days and days
of attempts, truces and trails
With all vows frail and unspoken
But I swore to survive on every
breath that I'll sustain to emerge
and unburden from the absence
If I am free then freedom can't
measure or shape me

I've been unafraid to burst
And legitimize all the impiety
And the fury of things I've loved
When they had names and rituals
And a sweet sense of violence
Now I no longer fear the friction
If I can't touch you, then you
can't touch me

No love enslavers me
No power makes me
No fever sickens me
No fate dooms me

I've never measured care
By the lack of it in any kind
Or how much it costs to attain it
But for the plainness of deeds
I was there for all the blood I shed
As I meant every word that I said
But I know that once it goes then
It's all gone

These are truths that can't
stand and fend for themselves
When we are burying them down
They'll never rebound in the void
But I'd give my silence though
it's not worthy more than a curse
And we're damned to the ellipsism
And dead to any reason

No love impeaches me
No void imprisons me
No instinct blinds me
No law nulls me

I must believe in a place beyond
the pain and the weft of your own
Gently as it goes, ruthless as it feels
Clean enough to prove my skin is real
And without needing your weakness
Your pain or pleas and if you won't
know it, you won't know me

No love bounds me
No rule wields me
No word moves me
No fear grounds me

I'm known by my inhuman contagion
To it I might had gave my mind blindly
No witness in my restlessness
I'd like to say I knew