Die Hanging At...
Rolling in freed ecstasy, gasping, surrounded by hybrid druggies,
I would die for fizzing horrorshows of alluring and vulgar dignities,
get fucked for the vast dosages of cowards and the paralyzed,
dumb sheeps among clever pigs of the hollows’ many farms!
I see ominous skies rising atop of my lungs, exposed realms,
enigma nakedness, they’re showing clouds of modern curves,
beautiful women swirling in monotones, sensually diluted Jens
with eyes like fire, hair smudging hues of sexes— God I loved freaks.
Transformations are taking tolls, screw me good and harder, better,
hang me with despairs’ morbid avoirdupoises, stab my back bones,
rape me in the dead ends, cul-de-sacs, cut my throats in the air,
spare my eyes for comedies, erase traces of my comical tragedies!
Moments longed, I’m tasting lasted lives of hatreds and nuisances,
inconspicuous darknesses in gutters, monsters speakin’ in tongues—
Fuck the touches igniting cerebral erections in vibrated dementias,
I’m fucking talking to lost sights of you behind androgynous curtains!
It ain’t fun, buzzing and buzzes, running and waving, rolling in sweats,
fools fooling fools in hoodlums revolutions, and about resurgences?
No longer things— [please stop]
Weeping voices inside my head, weeping voices inside my head,
weeping voices inside my head: “I see ominous skies rising atop”!
And I’m so slick, just so sick I’m showing tricks for chicks of times,
current ladies bow to regular Johns as I lay dying of laughters—
Ablaze illusions of forgotten hungers, my stomach crawls, it glides,
myopic views vow to keeping secrets of these ignorances of mine.
Feed my sultry me.
Rolling in freed ecstasy, breathed, surrounded by hybrid druggies,
I would die for fizzing horrorshows of vulgar dignities, so allure me,
so get fucked for the vast dosages of saviours and the broken,
please, dumb sheeps among clever pigs of the hollows’ many minds.
- The Conquistador