Chance and fate
dine at the same table.
Death,so busy ,
has a lot of patient today .
Before time ,its already
to late .
In the darkness of the soul,
long knives hour has come.
At the barbaric wedding ,
Satan dresses in black satin ,
prowling,sleep ,the tormented alleys
and under torture ,questioning
forbidden dreams ...
Point of no return .
in the morning,life will be naked meat ,
crows opening the ball for flies .
Midsummer night\'s reverie
Prelude for a wildbeast afternoon .
I fled this body of greenish love,
around the throat ,
a necklace of barbed wire .
My eviscerate Barbie ...
I am a social being
who believes in mechanical fluids.
At Grand station ,
waiting for the time
that won\'t arrive tomorrow...
\'\'Good evening angel of karma ! \'\'
My name is Edgar Poe ! \'\'
The night was restless .
The morgue has received
its shame of homeless .
Rise up happy zombies !
Because at 3.a.m ,reached ,
is the point of no return ...
In the waiting room,
I leaf through a magazine
where I see the head of a serial fool
that looks like me ...
Perhaps a Tennessee sweetness ?
A drama called desire ...
Stan Laurel and Charlot\'s antics
make Elizabeth Montgomery
laugh a lot ...
My old Fitzgerald ,
Sometime even the finale is magical !