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Six inch thick nails

attaches my skin to this walls of purgatory,

I am hang as a poster decorating satans room,

he drains my soul,

squeezes my hopes and dreams of reaching heaven,

my heart in silent mode it calmly dripping its fluids,

yet now receives shocks of vibrating feelings,

it hears words of tranquility,

it sees the words as a hot summer day,

rather then the coldest day in winter,

it speaks of hope and beginning,

as a sponge my heart absorbs what was once lost,

shall repay the words of the great voice,

once removed from this room,

shall hold her delicious silky body,

with a whisper dim the suns rays to a minimal form,

shall dangle a cloth with pure color,

to blur sight and lure the cool breeze,

simply words explaining my conclusion of life,

the model of beauty on my hands,

grains of sand,

you shall come in contact

with the softness body you have ever felt,

I lay you,

our hearts create a wonderful rhythmic beat,

soul lost in an unknown zone,

I place sight on your eyes,

trillion words without a voice,

the burning spheres I so emotional glanced

can not robe my attention,

the enchanting song of mermaids

wishing to captured my soul is useless in this world,

your image has defeated nature,

wind to ears

“ I envy your beauty, it is I mother earth”,

grasp your warm hands,

angel take me to your wonderful place,

the beats of my heart, passion, desire,

love awakes my dangling essence,

with mighty force I escape,

blood trails I wish will evaporated,

for I refuse to leave any trace,

I will reach my goal crawling as a snake,

loosing ounces of red thick fluid,

in your arms and powerful hands

I wish my head to rest,

melting my nails with the great heat of passion

to create a slave chain, your gift,

I become your for ever slave,

in a pool of blood I may lay,

yet thrilled I can have my last moments

close to your arms and hands