Thought of the soul

Outside is the frost, that frozen beat of a heart that wishes to plunder and destroy, a bleeding stone flies into the dark. The light dances in an exotic way, bringing to my memory that funebre walk that we've used in the day that one of us would die. A pact of blood for the departed but not forsaken, for our tears still count for anything more that love, death and life. Our voices tell the graves lies, our days are countless lullabys that fly around into the ground, vanish to a land of purity where we do not deserve to pollute with our actions and wars. Maybe the glowing eyes in the dark mean that it's time to go to bed and dream with a youth of despair, while someone tells you goodnight, turning the lights down and welcoming the nightmares into the mind of the young adult.
Wine spilled in the floor in this summer night, the heat burning our thoughts and the deep silence shares our insecurity. While our souls fuse and our mouth's mute, I am compelled to submit to your erotic words, a fantasy of the insane, and knee before you power. Maybe after all this torture we can dance? But no one listens anymore to the sounds of the acoustic guitar for she stands alone in the corner, against the wind and the world, wishing for a fire to touch her, burn her, take her away in the form of ashes. A reverie for the punished with love, like you and me. So long as been the touch of a human in her strings that I begin to doubt that they are tuned for a final lovesong to the norwegian mountains.

"So long as the laws remain such as they are today, employ some discretion: loud opinion forces us to do so; but in privacy and silence let us compensate ourselves for that cruel chastity we are obliged to display in public."

"Here am I: at one stroke incestuous, adulteress, sodomite, and all that in a girl who only lost her maidenhead today!... What progress, my friends!... with what rapidity I advance along the thorny road of vice!"

Marquis de Sade (1740-1814)

My enchanted love, I've come to the conclusion that we are nothing more than puppets with no strings attached. I mean that we act like we wish but we don't want to take the responsibilities, so we blame it on false gods and pretentious beliefs. You may argue for my harsh words but there's nothing wrong about another thought of the soul that I share with you. Open-minded, you say to me in the days of torture after all the shots to Nature and Her way, but there's no patience for the one's that are so wrong and that fooled us so when we were mere child's. I am the re-incarnation of the problem and I am the seeker of truth but in my eyes you see the man that foresaw this end, the one that wrote the words above. He is me and I am him. Remember when you see that mysterious shadow in the street, in front of our house, for it is his ghost, remembering me of our pact. Now hush love, go to sleep for I need another comfort tonight. I am lost.