Just like scarred (the way) you touch my skin Can you handle that shock Fragments of words rush through me As I see your lips move fast Echoed voices never end Blinded wisdom in empty hands And as I come closer to the truth I figure there is none So where are you The whore to walk, aside And all those faces I haved lived in Attach me to my doubtful past Forgotten forces regain strength Because strangers die in silence Crosses fade in shimmering white Obused reflexes born inside So tell me now, where are you? Fingers longing for this gentle chaos Hallow bodies with draconic lips Idyllic smiles decay in laughter Kisses stimulate my skin Voices dumb, without sentiments Digusting taste and eyes so blind Fingers numb , perceptions out of reach breathless as a perfume kills Perverted dreams my fractual bindings As my puzzle falls apart Logic questions the existence of this strange phenomena Hidden in those eyes Like a gentle flimsy kiss Believe me saying it's not the skin It's the stranger inside
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