Musical water, funky, sensual, flowing over her.
Feeling She knows him deeply
by the soul within his voice,
the ecstasy in his closed-off eyes.
Sharing the natural highs,
He’s revealing his insides.
And though he tries to guard it, his private heart beats loud on stage.
Captivating and magic.
She turns her back so he won’t know: pointlessly.
Still, it feels like his soul caresses her,
in the music it mingles with her’s.
She’s loving his insides.
Does she come here to listen or fool herself
that in another life he’d be her’s?
Dancing along the thinnest line
She surrenders to his beat within.
Mind and body longing to sin,
torturing her insides.
“Oh tease me, averting your opal eyes!”
Protecting himself with such flawless disguise.
Perhaps he knows the power he holds,
and her’s longing for him, repressed, untold?
From adoration he carefully hide,
and allow no-one inside.
But his soul is released in that husky voice.
Being a wallflower isn’t a choice!
Singing his passions, his soul opens wide,
She’s his in the music, if never in life.
Bitterly sweet, She’s a faithful wife,
but HE will fill up her insides.





A slithering spine seduces yours into mine,

sensual satisfaction of unborn sins.

Touches that warm bosoms and breath,

slowly pull the sheets of shame.


Tugging at your existence are soft memories of the divine,

leading this intrinsic prayer.

A slow rise to silky blossoms,leaking from the physical soul,

the embodiment of desire.


The nails embarks on a journey,

Leading from your gulping throat to the trembling pelvis.

My gaze has now found its sight, the sight of a fawn captured in her pain, in her wilderness.

The indifference in my mood reflects on  yours, as the heat is built..

discarded and forgotten.


Coated with silk. we continue to duel.

where your flesh is my timber and your blood my fuel.

I shall smile , i shall laugh, watching you go up in flames ignoring your howls and the endless barks.

Once turned to ashes i shall blow life in you again O’ Omorfos.. Rise my Phoenix .. Your ashes are not cold yet, they still serve a purpose.




They pose they smile with their plastic features on display, Promising a look to go along with their posture. Their eyes as hollow as it gets and their mind filled with narrow traces of regret. Surrounded by glitters all over their dress , pointless and useless as far as they get. All in the presentation for their zing, while a shallow mind and tainted heart creating their plastic grin. All they seek in the world are customers to entice. All those window shoppers, for them they wear a disguise, picking pockets and planting flames in form of a poltergeist. their companions flaunt them on the podium equally, ripoffs and role they play towards the showcase. They pose in human figures they pose in flare. living their life in a mono directional stare.For them the lie itself is a life and life is but a game, Gaining recruits to support their fantasy, wishing they could be on the other side of the window pane.. Its another day to pose, Yet again we share a gaze in a discrete encounter and the deception carries on




Peering from the diagonal, She saw her parallel.
If she could have been her when he fell by her side.
To guess what lay in that Londis bag would only make her gag
For something had obviously decayed inside them already.

Still, She never expected
That sudden warmth creeping up her thigh,
Those fingers prying for a welcome
With all so far from right.

Yet, de ja’ vu times six and each one worse.
“You’re just such a beautiful woman” he says
That lump she could not swallow.
“No trouble now dear, we’ll have none of that.”
And so the tears, they rolled down her cheek.

The sins of the blood, same in nature and flow
“No! this is wrong, so wrong” she shook her head
the redness in her eyes looking up at his madness
he continued upward parting the flesh with caress

and the tears dried off sticking to her cheeks
he leans to kiss them as his fingers goes deep
“shhh.. not a sound. we dont want to be heard”
his whisper reaches her and her body shuddered.

and then the whispers vanished, and the complaints killed…

Ava Adore

“Ava Adore”

It’s you that I adore
You’ll always be my whore
You’ll be the mother to my child
And a child to my heart
We must never be apart
We must never be apart

Lovely girl you’re the beauty in my world
Without you there aren’t reasons left to find

And I’ll pull your crooked teeth
You’ll be perfect just like me
You’ll be a lover in my bed
And a gun to my head
We must never be apart
We must never be apart

In you I see dirty
In you I count stars
In you I feel so pretty
In you I taste god
In you I feel so hungry
In you I crash cars
We must never be apart

Drinking mercury
To the mystery of all that you should ever seek to find
Lovely girl you’re the murder in my world
Dressing coffins for the souls I’ve left behind
In time
We must never be apart

And you’ll always be my whore
Cause you’re the one that i adore
And I’ll pull your crooked teeth
You’ll be perfect just like me
In you I feel so dirty in you I crash cars
In you I feel so pretty in you I taste god
We must never be apart

Meet me in Valhalla


For centuries we fought beneath the shelter of this iron sky

The shields of despair and the swords forged in agony of our kin

I struck the blow and the screams of my victim pierced my skin

None the less, there was no valor in this , there was no sin

I shed a tear, a tear of her own in red splashed on my face

The elvish blade stands over her armored corpse finding its target

The choking the mewling continued and I lean in to her fading face

Raising my artistry intact, holding her in a final embrace

She whispers in a voice. too soft to be heard through my thundering heart

beating against her fading breath, and the flashbacks of the very start

She whispers, and i choose to ignore as my hand finds the hilt of her finality

gripping it firmly and twisting the blade as her final breath escapes from her and in me.. through me

Resting her down , I stood staring down at my lover. at my enemy

and as my mind tries to make sense of her final words, it comes to my realization

It was not what she said that made it all worth it, it was the fact she is gone, my Isabella

and the fog clears from my memory ” My dear David.. I will wait for you in Valhalla”



The dungeon stones cracked and defiant to its residents

singing the story of a night, unclad in silence

His will turned to her mandate and his voice to her lifeline

Deep within knowing she longed for it , begged for it, cried for it

yet it was incomplete..

His hand gripped the leather and his eyes held her captive

another, to hold her postured as the leather marks its territory

Slow and subtle was his hand. gentle to accommodate her threshold

and eventually the pace caught up to his brutality and her skin screamed in scarlet

His words stern and senseless in the moment as he called out to her

It was not her name that slipped from  his lips as the color changed in his eye.

It was of another, where now she was merely a proxy to his passion, an alibi

She did not care she did not flinch, and received him with a content grin.

Each welt accompanied with the words of his origin ” O skylos mou, E..”

She could not understand his lingual outrage , and responded in currency of her tears

yet his hand choked and took her life through the tunnel of her fears

His eyes saw her barely as a doll. pretended to be the One who lays beyond his brawn.

One that ends, and another that begins.

the passion of his touch , reaching beyond through the screen

One the original will never know and another the proxy knows too much

either way his rage always finds a way to reach the one intended for.