המתת השור

i will allow myself to die a little
i will take all the necessary ingredients
i will put the right music on
and then i will open my arms wide open
to the kiss of death
letting her breath carress my breast
and murmure in my ear
the latest whisper
of lies of tales not told of unborn dolls and of dead skies
all the seas of the earth
will not embrace my hug
the more time the more love undone unloved unfair and thrown
into the oblivion
of deaths not important
little deaths big lies
a night is never enough
to restore
the trembling flesh
of an abandoned doll
of a desperate whore
silence of the words
death of beauty
solitude of thoughts
little existence
bug dreams and long batles
all lost