that burns.

the problem is that there was more vodka in the fridge when I came home.
and I was absolutely luscious.
with all my curves.
all my wit.
all my way that makes a knot out in...
whatever.
i REALLY, REALLY, believe me...
REALLY don't care.
i became an animal that likes to eat and cum.
i was absolutely luscious. hot.
and burning,
burning,
BURNING!
when you are on the edge of the the stairs,
you gonna remember JUST ABOUT
fire,
fire,
fire.
don't you DARE to cry for me.
don't you dare,
cause the fire is more powerful.
and i am fire,
believe me.
i am.
the end.

no city fun.

no good manners inside my cloudy brave heart... mind.
no, no... heart.
mind.
no happy ending in front of the sunshine door.
no city fun tonight.
no little ways to get rid of everything.
i don't let you, plastic sweet.
no city fun tonight.
i don't let you, plastic cry.
i've got the guts to throw soul, hell and gall.
the guts to stare at you with big bright eyes.
i can stare, forever. through all my life.
stare at you with everything in mind.
no, no... heart.
no city fun tonight.
today.
tonight.
today.
tonight.
i've got the guts to throw soul, hell and gall.

i had the guts to say i'm fucked rather than fuck you.

fuck you. i'm fucked.

melt.

shadow, smoke, dark basement.
'how soon is now' punching the speakers.
your silhouette has appeared against the floor's followspot.
hell at the tower.
the chaos has begun.
i've seen you and i danced as if i was going to die.
you've walked around me as if you were going to drink my soul.
shadow, smoke, dark basement.
your angel blond hair.
i felt when you surrounded me.
felt when you danced inside me.
swung my hips pretending to be praying. to hurt you, indeed.
shadow, smoke, dark basement.
i've looked at you with lynx eyes.
i let you think that you were seducing me.
when, actually, who was seducing was me.
flashing lights, i couldn't see your face.
just my leather boots and your angel hair, together, dancing in the middle of the chaos.
shadow, smoke, dark basement.
i felt when i blew up your mind. i felt so badly.
i found out that there's music in hell. well.
dragged into my world that on that night was
mel
ting.
shadow, smoke, dark basement.
i danced for you as a whore and a mother.
you, you haven't changed the beat. zombie beat. hypnotized beat.
i closed my eyes when have felt you close enough to listen your heart
(in the middle of the shadow, smoke, dark basement),
beat very strong: 
'I'M LOST. I'M LOST. I'M LOST.'

to the loser ones.

i'm not good.
not bad.
i'm just an actress trying to forget.
i'm a blank paper ready to get you
to feel you
to scream you to the world.
to the devil
and the angels.
to the happy ones.
the loser ones.
the ones who nobody, never, listens.
i'm not happy.
not sad.
i'm just an actress trying to get mad
in this world full of
scary
healthy
people.

is there a remedy for hating?
still to young to fail?
all of me
is the only character that i choose
are you prepared to deal with?
are you prepared to feel it?
is there a remedy for hating?
for love?
for life?
all of me
is the only character that i choose.

glass balance.

if i had in my hands that piece of glass that makes my eyes shake and shine
i would point it to everything i hate. everything that turns real things into shit.
would walk like a fairy casting spells into people.
into things.
into companies.
into lies.
into fake personalities.
into boring, scared and frustrated people.
into summer storms.
into lack of spontaneity.
if i had in my hands that piece of glass that makes my eyes shake and shine

i would smash it into the world's wall. and in every kind of the little pieces of glass the balance would be created.
like a glass balance.

pic. luh camargo