I have many things to tell thee
but no words with which to speak
thoughts and dreams, belonging to me
but without the language I am weak

I hold inside a love so true
pains and passions, a burning hell
they have no owner, because of you
only a faceless mold in which to swell

June '97
You make these smiles appear so often 
with each word, another tear saved
each time making my tired face soften
each time, another battle braved

June '97
War on all sides, with no peace between
Problems with which we cannot cope
We have become a world without dreams
We have become a world without hope

Icy hands tear at my throat
as warm words caress my heart
Submissive veins give into the claws
gentle arms hold me close
blood washes away my tears
and blinds me of the pain that will be mine
silverish teeth rip at my bowels
moistening dry lips and a parched gullet
my life flows from me
while crimson blood courses from the void in my middle
i wonder what evil had begotten me
as the sweet lips kiss mine
and ashen hands pull out my insides for all to see
i fall in love just in time
not to feel those sweet lips
ripe apart my heart and end that life
that was mine