Inner Lines

Under inner lines,
There's a world of misery,
Wich fades...
You see a great amount
Of unreachable lollypops
That come in a sweet blood flavour...
For I am a dark master now,
I make your body come apart...
Away I go,
Just to get back once more...
And the more you have to give,
The less you have to lose...
It's a boiled feeling
Of deep, lonely joy...
If only I could live again...
Just for a little while...

by Ivo Silva