I.
All so seducing
touch is limited
Body in need
Diane Keaton with a pillow
Between the legs
explore solitude
Not in other people's asses
Wine silences it all
We pray Dio Nisius
Dios Nuestro
Anaesthesia
lust provocation
safe game
dance played
ritual thrown
Can't get enough, eh?
Waiting, Keaton opens
the bottle
a virgin again and again
afraid of black
possessive
horny
cocaine for insatisfaction
lustful
for unpredictability
Attractive destruction
II.
Is sexuality our weakness?
Is it our source or is it our sin?
Silence all around
The telephone
instrument of torture
interrupting the construction
of illusion
Sour notes
Death in the family
totally unfeeling
resentful
untrustful
My anger is his power
He promises air
offers air
gives air
(and so do I)
love me
so we can make it
don't lie to me
don't give me painkillers
My world is yours
this heart will break
III.
the telephone rings
I jump
empty all
a little...
provocation
our borders
undefined
my cunt
hurts
uncontrollable
imagination
deep into dreaming
a lighter in the dark
you heard your dad,
you're a whore,
a freak
libre para ser puta
I'm curious
exploring deep
into the self
and its coat
sweeping away
the night
(Out of sight
an ovule is dying)
IV.
Your voice has drifted away
Slow death, loneliness
A knife
a Cross
Her Heart
Left her dead.
