Predictions

Can you handle that shock
Fragments of words rush through me
As I see your lips move fast
Echoed voices never end
Blinded wisdom in empty hands
And as I come closer to the truth
I figure there is none
So where are you
The whore to walk, aside
And all those faces I haved lived in
Attach me to my doubtful past
Forgotten forces regain strength
(Because) strangers die in silence
Crosses fade in shimmering white
Obtused reflexes born inside
So tell me now, where are you?
Fingers longing for this gentle chaos
Hallow bodies with draconic lips
Idyllic smiles decay in laughter Kisses stimulate
My skin
Voices dumb, without sentiments
Digusting taste and eyes so blind
Fingers numb, perceptions out of reach
Breathless as a perfume kills
Perverted dreams my fractual bindings
As my puzzle falls apart
Logic questions the existence
Of this strange phenomena
Hidden in those eyes
Like a gentle flimsy kiss
Believe me saying it’s not the skin
It’s the stranger inside