Maniac Desire

"The nights silence howls in the madness of a voice
So maniac, so distorted, speaking for the mud
For the absent rain, and the hidden sun
for the slacky breeze and for you my love

My mind raises violently to the verses that I shout
with such histeric decadent desire of understandment
With such despair and vain, vain suffering

I give this poems to you!
to who?
mon ange?
mon libertin?

To no one in the irresistible tentation of the spike to my vein
and the vodka and whisky fixing my mind in fate
The city is our wild scenario! And you?
You the actress, actor, the androgin beast I belove
You refuse to act!
To hold me through this our night life!
You refuse to stop me, ripping myself apart

I rip the pieces apart!!
Slices of my existence stain the floor in an opaque attempt of passion
passion my love
Whats passion with out you?
with out me?
You, you of all, refuse to loose yourself into me
You dirty little watcher!
You refuse to act as I, as I fall apart
You! The only human beign capable to see a blurr of me
You blind your sight
and you can't stand me now

Now that the blood means nothing to us
Now that the heartbeat seems so useless
so so fragile in the depths of consience

Now it means nothing
Now you mean nothing

Leave
leave me here with myself and my destruction
for now its me and my banal desperation
Not art, not mind, just nothing

'And from now on shall all my thought be bloody
or of nothign be worth' <--(yeah Hamlet)"