Infected Dreams

Septycal Gorge

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I puke when life's near death and in death there's no
salvation
If I realize the imperfection
And vomit
Is speaking in my name

Three certainties: death, imperfection, vomit
Forever in need
Of something
Not present in this world

You were all my infected dreams

Living, confronting, fighting,
Facing pain everyday: I asked me why?
For long time I fed an illusion
Yesterday, the conclusion

A kiss † With love's taste
A kiss † With bloody taste

Don't you know you have the fault
For my own decay?

A kiss † With honey's taste
A kiss † With vomit taste

I walk in the beaten deadline
To insanity

Open hunt † Open cunt

Erasing a superficial past
Could be easier
But you arrived to resurrection
And you don't care my limbo

Searching a big never-ending sleep
Too similar to death
With this empty device
It could be easier
But the damnation of the awakening will remain

Open hunt_Open cunt_Open grave
You've the gift of coldness
I'm condemned to wait for centuries
To realize to be honest with me
To be ready to fuck and kill
... YOU

I puke when life's near death and in death there's no
salvation
If I realize the imperfection
And vomit
Is speaking in my name

Three certainties: death, imperfection, vomit

... infected dreams