I taste jasmine in my mouth, silver ashes on my skin, I am the impossible love.
I wrote a letter with ink from my eyes to the last of all spirits.
It’s the dead of beat and I’m alone,
It’s the dead of beat a pill on my tongue
It’s the dead of beat, And all the madness is gone
It’s the dead of beat and I am fucking alone in all those streets
Promises of the silver long snake that I will ride until it blows.
It’s the dead of beat and I am naked in this blue rain.
I –immaculate- sucking a gun praying for peace.
It’s the dead of beat and they filled every corner until the end of town.
It’s the end of all night and I am high alone- one with my skeleton.
It’s death of poetry, of us naked, it’s the en
Transvestite creature, in shadow dance. Your beauty is mine, a boy, a girl.
A headless minotaur, sacrifice, offered to the goddess of flesh,
by that invisible energy that kept us all here, into the same song, all night long.
Dead of beat and I fuck the holy ghost
Dead of beat and I bite my fingers- to remain alive, awake.