take my body away, toss it into
a can with broken figurines of past
mistakes and rag dolls. i'm just a
black and white film, a dead tongue,
a worn out tape of old tunes and
sedated limbs.

my skin is now an ochre paradise
of paper-thin boxes keeping creatures
and calloused fingers made of steel
and ashes inside.

remove it, end all of it! succumb
to your infernal instinct! murder
the flesh! burn it alive!

my dead eyes stare too often at the
empty, crippling roads of unwanted
destinies. you're always there, i can
feel you within my guts. like a strong
pill, you sedate my pain but take away
my motion. i'm a still whirlwind of
death and desire.

cut my roots and set me free! dare
to fantasize about the eroticism in
independence!

grab your knives, the ones you keep
lying on your nightstand, and tell your
sharp tools to open my chest. let the
soul i sold to you escape; claim it, eat
it. stare at my oceanic orbs -glazy
spheres-, those you looked at when
were making love. call me a melancholic
enigma this time, watch me as i don't
reply and spill more tears. lick my wounds.
close the pain. walk away.

ATTENTION, FUTURE LOVERS,
I THINK I FELL IN LOVE WITH
THE DEVIL ONCE.
now i don't have any more souls to give.