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Please sell your soul to me As there will be no tomorrow my child For you are the martyr of my cause So sell it right away, right now Sell it and I’ll just tell our master To grant you a perfect tomb my child Stay a little while, take a rest on my nap I will save you my child Save you from all the intellectual pollution I will save you my child Save you from all the hate from the outside world I will really save you my child Save you from the shadows of torture Please don’t go away You were so innocent my lost child You should have listened precious one I could have saved you with preaches I could have saved you wit

Still am seeing this little boy Shy, hiding behind your skirt Still I see you holding him So protective, so caring, so... The valley was so green and peaceful Dust in the sunlight, the rain drops Oh! Wonderful days, wonderful times Like those old pictures, reddish and torn Always admired with a pinch and some tears With time he grew, nourished with affection You cared so much, lovingly with ambitions All your preaches repeating themselves On and on, in his unconsciousness His prides, his fears, his simple fate Just like a complex plan with no target While success is just a vain word... You guided him, teaching him good and bad

I might feel the power behind true things Like that light chilled between the stars Now that I can smile, the rain keeps falling Oooh! Make them believe am a failure While streaming those stones of purity Shining on my cheeks, a star, or more Silence, silence, I might trump it out Out of anger, out of anything else, so I need no simple tunes to shadow it But only a smile to prove my desire Still you see me as a disguised one For, I have devised so much scapes In my mind, in my soul, for myself Seeing myself as your eternal one Exposed as your failure, or even mine I give no sense to what I might say Everything  do bring back m

Early morning on an usual pathway Early morning in an usual physical state Absolutely no one, everything so calm... And there she was, with her handcuffs Looking at me as if she was afraid Staring at me while I was walking steadily With the stones rolling under my shoes And my knees cracking with the effort Another glimpse at her, she seemed so calm The alchool in my veins making me accelerate A nice dream, was the only thing roaming in my mind Minutes later, walking away from the bridge I heard some foot steps, and she was there Right behind me, with a constant distance The light fog making her appear distressful And the rare

There was only a bip on his mind Like one of those machine Like one which will for never end There was a crisping sound on his mind Like one of those plastic spoons Trapped in a bicycle wheel While the pain in his heel Made him more and more real While the sunlight, on his skin Made him more and more... There was a piano like ballad Like one of those sad song Like those heard during tragedies There was a strident sound afar Like one of those ocean's vessels Trapped for ever in a blue cemetary While beautiful tales are told The sad tones might always be cold While the vapour will turn icy My tomb might not be so glassy...

Those years are going, dying out so calmly, without agony Yesterday, became last year, then becoming half a decade ago And where are those times? Where are those years? Those years, where nothing could be thrown away Those years, where I was just fulfilled with joy and pain Half a decade ago, I was just a gonna be Now am just the past of myself, dying out, slowly With mostly everyone becoming someone And no past fun to be sought again... While tears may come an fill my eyes again and again Those incredible moments would just be forgotten Erased by the weight of time and actual itches And shadowed by age and its perpetual decomposi

A pot of chocolate under the bed Some blood on the torn sheet Turned upside down, was a half empty bottle of wine His left hand touching the wooden floor Revulsed eyes waving goodbyes to the sun With a bird singing at the end of the avenue And no one there to witness A crazy smile one her face With the sunlight brightening her traits And the tear glittering down her cheeks At the thought of her long lost youth With that stranger passing by, lovingly Exposing her blood with some rusty steel While some violins playing in the background Reached out some delicious notes Shine on, shine on Shine until you are gone... Sitting in

Unconditionally venerating past heroes, lost in gloom Forgetfully dancing under the stars on a cold night With their crowns withered by time passing endlessly So who can remember, who can pull out a tear on their deeds Bury them, in a golden grave, with red and white flowers Your smile when I water flowers during a storm The red in your eyes after those white nights studying The tear on your cheek in the morning when you wake up All so true compared to you anyway... Like those little scars you once called kisses With those big yellow hugs you gave me Burning one, and another under the rain Building my grave, going under with hast

Last night I saw a boy, so cute, always smiling, always laughing… His hair always wet, playing under the rain Full of charm and self-confidence Always saying that one day he'll be someone great And loving every little thing unconditionally Last night, I saw a corpse, or was it… Lying on a bed, white and cold Broken, unanimated, eyes open With alcohol and pills in the veins Perspiration on the forehead Thinking of how hell might look like With his life now to an end, or was it… Last night I saw a guy, confident, loving and loved With some kind of anguish on his face With a bit of nostalgia always in his heart With friends there

Le chauffage était allumé, la fenêtre grande ouverte et la musique jouait a fond sur volume 1 de peur que le voisin d'au dessus vienne se plaindre pour tapage nocturne à 9.48 du matin. La chambre était dans un "une maison close" pas possible, mais il y avait quand même le "Marsoupilami The Great" sur fond bleu foncé qui veillait sur lui! Le petit Die se sentait en sécurité face à "la Terreur S" qui aimait bien sonner a la porte pour pouvoir ensuite... Il se sentait très en sécurité, même trop... Bon brièvement, il se faisait tellement "excrémenter" qu'il commença à apprendre, fait rarissime qui n'était  pas sans conséquence, car soudain, il