The Wanderer

I start up in pure loose ends
Through wefts with warp and fury
With the duty of riddance and done
Taken by the rapture in continuum
Unraveling in strifes and toils
For my path and pace can be
And it only ends when I finally
let it be over

Far ahead
There are wars and losses
In late thoughts of reinvention
As vows of evasion are sealed
I peregrinated in a sallow night
'Til the other side to see every
crescent distance grandeur
Me, forever the wanderer

I resume in a truce with reverie
In a gentle way of soften fingers
As I let the wind just run it's route
When fortune is betrayed by will
In it's frailty to go all the way
So I'm only this before your eyes
And I if I have to forge or lie to
survive, I'm not alone

My steps measures the search
And the yearn to finally reside
Truce and repair in the afterglow
Lives and souls overlapping
Like if nothing have happened
I am

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

Since I was young, I was given a sky
And a timeless immunity to bask and unfold
On a home ground of limpidity and hysteria
Even then, I could choose my kind of demons
That was when I dismissed all my witnesses
And expected to be absolved either way simply
for having a sense of myself and both feet in
For having steady hands and hot running blood
Until this day nothing has ever quenched it
I watch the sky I was given and I wonder how
many times can I rebuild it until it matches
the land I've made myself free to roam
I inhale vows and exhale shards of wish and
let them pollinate all around by anemophily
And I've always been aware of the hurricanes
caused by an unique beating of my eyelids
As someone who always made music out of the
beating of a wild yet well-intentioned heart
When so very little remains from allegiances
And no breeze wields the scent of memories
I throw my hair back to gracefully adorn
the toilsome burden of freedom as I hear the
old voices of the world singing quando men vo
In a reverie, I have no beginning or ending
No reason, no right, no dark and no light
So take your draught years and stale faith
And place them on who'll honor the loss of
salvation to adopt the rules of decay
Because I live beyond anything accomplished

Toxin

Here to testify the scar and the light
And the taste of all your broken vows
Cause the only word you know is flesh
You know the sin, but don't know me
Though you see me in its peak in a kiss
Before you sink down your teeth

Lose control
From power 'til scarcity there's a lot
you need to know
No one will hold you if you hear me
calling you now
To break down and break through a
whole new doctrine
And let toxins all over you

So much power given to undefine
What silence never could have killed
Or anything that could belie your grace
Yes, I came to see your faith implode
And winds blow when the souls fade
In blood, poison, scent and die away

I see you on your knees
Starving for the unholy
Too scare for the feast

There's a solution in second circle of hell
Where we are no longer humans, only our wish
They say there's a life after the mislead
of the hearts that beaten faster than light
A promise was broken and they heard the crack
We've made music and wine and love out of it
We've laughed in the face of the blindest sky
We've raise our spirits as if it were the
ressurrection day and, yes, we thought it was
The days and the urges that evens all queens
and kings to knights and murderes and poets
And, if we believe even in the littlest sense
of justice, it might eventually come for us too
But, my dear, as a woman I was taught to see
Satan's face in the smallest mirrors and hear
Satan's voice in the shortest of speeches
We are so far and so pure, I can hardly see
anything from this twisty side of the line
Even though we're so far in we cannot wash off
our hands or our mouths even if we wanted to
Maybe the beast is just ourselves in the crude
dawn when we thought heaven has fallen apart
When all we've done was hold it together with
our tight hands, strong arms and wrapped legs
If the gods haven't heard our passionate hymns
then it's not our fault the gods might be dead
Meanwhile, we rejoice in a single hot-tempered
skin that soon shall be refreshed by the winds

I was the one who wanted to live forever
I was the one who dared to love forever
I offered you fullness, elation and clarity
For every single damn day in every shard of
Eden by every string of ruthless paradise
I was the one who never dreaded abidance
The one who endured and stayed true to
myself and to the promise of possibility
You were the one who couldn't resurrect to
the power of your words and chose to decay
in front of the unraveling of my bliss
You never stay
You never live to tell
I offered you blind loyalty and patiently
persevered in the longing of you capturing
it with nails and teeth to escape the drought
and scarcity we know in times like these
As a chance to restart and restore
You've thrown it away like if it were wrapped
into a pile of magazines, old scribblings,
dead batteries, used condoms and smoked joints
So don't you dare to point your finger at me
and call me weak when you're the one who's
running