Friday, September 25, 2009


When detached from hearing from you
the evolution of a day is stained by a dream
through the eyes of a silent voice.
I have seen.
Unaware of a recollection of exchanged caresses
I Find myself in an infinite space
passing my hands over an infinite meaning.

I then believe to be living.
I spend nights making lies come true
Destructive and fearless I lead myself into sweet insomnia.
The empty woman that i claim myself to be.
I dream of male, involved in strangeness.
I understand his decadence.
Finding a male long gone dead,
evokes such harmony.
Harmony of nothing but a lie I forced myself to believe come true-
i don't love you.
true- i don't.
the female zoo