Same morning again
Same waking up again
Alone in the dirty sheets, damn
In the dirty sheets of my sleep
Dreaming of falling teeth again
This time there were also pieces of nails
Dried blood
The other time I vomited crushed glass
I will finish by filing them down - but later, later
For now I suck these teeth disunited by tobacco
With the tips of these fingers yellowed by tobacco
I feel this breath aged by tobacco
Exit through these lips which no longer want to swallow anything
Or only two or three fevers, faded cans and pots
In these nights
As a gun dog
When my bones appear translucent
When my heart beats and pierces, limpid
Against my skin
Again the same tears
And I find myself dropping them on the smoking cigarette
I spend my time crying at any time
Crying in my bed, crying in the toilet, crying in the shower
But especially not in front of others, no, that would be bastard
Only writers know how to make it beautiful
All I can do is is to spend the day burning like an ember
Burning like an ember, with my ass screwed to my chair, doing
Those pathetic smiles that stink of incense
These yellow scammer smiles, always with these colorless teeth and lips, and this dry tongue stuck against my roof of the mouth
I can barely get out of the roles
br/>I still prefer to twist my pale face and clear my throat and swallow my black spit, my sighs into the sink grid, and then look at myself in the mirror and freeze ¢take my mouth off, feel my gums
I would like to
I would like to break my face, break my gums
To shake the moaning bag that I am
If It evaporates to join nothingness
If it becomes everything, it is time
Time alone which ends up saying it:
A relationship, it's a potential left to the future
But for me, the sky fell like a lid
With a simple gesture, she closed the circle
And all that remains for me is an empire of wind and dust
Where we don't know how to laugh, where we only know stone
The city is nothing but a mass grave, perhaps an island, nothing else to do
What to watch as his wounds are emptied alongside others, and the cracks in his ribs
But why is -would I have to bleed again?
I already feel sufficiently drained
She had to remember that she no longer loves me
The only desire that she left me with is to sleep with my brother
Everything will be fine - the pain comes, the pain passes
We're getting there
Even the losses Waste rises to the surface
We get up one morning without this rancid smell, this smell of more
We realize that suffering is always better than death
It's is less definitive too
I don't want I don't want I don't want I don't want the perimeter of my life to be traced again
He There are still a few kilometers left and a few desires
I can still go and ride far away in the smoke
Until the roof turns blue
And I 'can still get scabs, burn my eyes
watching the fading sun
Maybe you find it ugly
It's true that we finds only ashes, only rock
Nevertheless, there still remains my empire of wind and dust which is not for sale
I am king there and I 'sleep there, I'm so proud there
My ass resting in the cold on my stone throne
Even though I still walk around there
Free and my cock the air

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