Satisfying Society

[not that great in English]

In my smile transpires a reality from another time. 

I am not what i once was. 

All i have left is this rancor for a corupt society 

That does not let me be. 

I desire the flesh. I desire satisfaction! 

When in the precision of my happiness,

that cannot coexiste with knoledge, i desired emotion.

Now, posses and corrupt your body. 

Satisfy my will in the devine curvature that you are. 

You. Plural. Because it is the multaplicity of things that i crave for. 

You will be. No, I emend. 

They will be mine, 

The desires that you haven't chosen. 

And one by one i pick the ripe fruits of the sins you've planted. 

You do not deserve but my frustrated touch so i can fix the poverty,
the rotten that i have dipped my heart in. 

I wish myself free from an inexisting feeling. 

So that happiness can fall upon you 
like a slight touch complemented by my calm wisper, 

with my hand on your chest: your mine. 

Were mine. Now and forever in a past... far away. 

Full of ppl i once knew. 

Now all we have is this bitter solitude 

In the sweet freedom to reunit once again.

nccuco