Friday, June 13, 2014

THE HUNGER


THE HUNGER


Inside my body,
everything crumbles.
I am melting inside,
the belief I've set aside.

The crave has turned against me,
no one will take this...
once you dream and make believe
there is no turning away from here .

Once you've tasted,
once you've drink from the fountain of lust
there is no turning back,
not for us.

Take me by the hand
show me your wonderland
take me one more time
before we turn around
before we look back.

You say: "darling don't look back
or you will turn into a statue of salt"
Alas! I groan and moan
I plead  this plea
in a dream within a dream.

Nothing in me will die,
we shall be here
before the end of time
because it's only you and I.

The crave and hunger
can make it last longer
I have died before your eyes:
"la petit morte"
"la pequeña muerte"


The hunger inside me
makes me what I am
always I call for you
I say you can be here

I am jaded
hiding from the pain
always searching
always fucking with fate

always hunting...


 
 
 
 
 
 

THE PREDATOR




THE PREDATOR



Watching and waiting
alone without a care.
Breathing in and breathing out,
alone and I can't care.
I can see the hell in your eyes
when you judge me
and I judge you
and you watch me
and I watch you
and you wait for me to be weak
and I wait for you to be weak.
 
Do you think you're ahead?
You wait for me to break off
and I still see hell in your eyes
but you still want to take me by surprise
and I still want to take you by the hand.


I leave the shades wide open,
I am an open book.
Oh, what a shameful thing!
I have slept so long without you:
a predator-posing as a house pet
and I still want to see how you turn out to be.

Hard candy, to swallow...
and I still take you by surprise.
You judge me,
I judge you,
and we still die inside,
and we see hell in our eyes,
and we take each other by surprise.

The hunter has become the hunted
and I still prevail over you
as always, I am the strongest.