The coldness has penetrated into their souls,
Sometimes they turn into stones,
No heart, just the burden of presence,
Banging the questions to my head,
It is my trial,
But I have nothing to say,
I always have nothing to say,
I feel and I live,
As simple as that,
No rule, No logic,
I let my life swim in my dreams,
As simple as that,
No limit, No obligation,
Thinking rusts my soul,
It makes my body tense,
It locks my brain,
I just need my heart to go on,
As simple as that,
So don't question me,
The answer has no logic to persuade your ordered mind,
Since it only comes from my heart,
As simple as that...
Look down,
My long fingers are wrapped tightly around your meat,
Squeezing it so hard,
The blood is bursting out of my nails,
Could the picture be more perfect?
It was a summer night,
There was nothing around but the moon ,
We walked in dark on the narrow path to the sea,
The beat started when we entered the shore,
The stars were our lights,
The sand was our bed,
and the dancing waves were our music,
When you laid on me,
The heat was imbearable,
The nature became in harmony with our motion,
It was sand, me, you, sky, stars, and the ocean,
I could easily die in that moment with nothing to regret.
It was a Saturday morning,
Freshened up myself with a quick shower,
Drowned my skin in coconut butter cream,
Wrapped the towel loosely around my body,
Laid down on bed waiting for you impatiently,
Suddenly, I remembered you left me the other night...
The coldness has penetrated into their souls,
Sometimes they turn into stones,
No heart, just the burden of presence,
Banging the questions to my head,
It is my trial,
But I have nothing to say,
I always have nothing to say,
I feel and I live,
As simple as that,
No rule, No logic,
I let my life swim in my dreams,
As simple as that,
No limit, No obligation,
Thinking rusts my soul,
It makes my body tense,
It locks my brain,
I just need my heart to go on,
As simple as that,
So don't question me,
The answer has no logic to persuade your ordered mind,
Since it only comes from my heart,
As simple as that...
Look down,
My long fingers are wrapped tightly around your meat,
Squeezing it so hard,
The blood is bursting out of my nails,
Could the picture be more perfect?
I have engineering background but in the last 3 years I have become fond of art, mostly paintings and photography. I have started doing some sketches but they look very raw to me. I went through a divorce last year and I am expressing my feelings through my sketches. I am very fond of paintings which have captured emotions in it mostly by Francis Bacon and Frida Kahlo.