Predictions - Diary of Dreams

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

Obtused 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