NOT EVERY WORD STANDS FOR WHAT ONE SAYS...

Lament flows my veins like blood
Though I cannot shed a tear
Space is staring at my face from the window where I glance
I am scared
Heartbroken
Stoned
And I don’t take anything
Everything does take me though

Embryo in the ring of wombs
They all claim to comb my hair
I am there
And no one else

My Two Kings still call in here
Keep repeating within me
Only screams can liberate

My mouth permanently open
Since the day I have appeared
The Audience still waiting for
The First Squeal

Ladies
Gentlemen
Go home in peace
And rest

Body gently covered with wrinkles
And random bruises
The Register of Guests
It pictures all pleasures
That happened to happen to me

My bed sheets
Hometown for hair
Smell like something very bare
They ask me to bring some flesh
Raving for a fest of sweat
They forgot what means to eat…