Tenterizma (1987)

For the sake of a memory, I hear you're plea. You are the sun and earth combined as one. I look down at you like I was stepping on soil. Your face blinds with it's distracting brightness.
An emotion of moons subside in your core, representing the many phases you go through in a single night.
Unaware of your soul, you are a life that is dead yet living, walking streets with blue black spikes extending from the scalp.  Eyeliner drips flow down your bony cheeks like blood from the devil.
Desiring to appear dead, even though I hear your breath and that growling beat of your so-called heart. The mind and trapped in your temple is drenched in utter confusion, unable to decide if superficial life is desired or reality is ready to discover.
Destination of the future relies on the choice of the present.  If you are willing to love again never walk away in such pain.