Tomorrow Comes Today

Problems hidden in my torn past, a peril there is aching for my return. A rule wishes to bestow itself upon my well endowed now. An unstoppable force which thrives to claim it all, once more. A seduction very easy to let myself to it, habitually, not willingly. Cages are meant for an escape, not for melancholy, not for now. So I let her stay there, on a pedestal of pure light that I’ve built once for her, out there in the forgiven miseries of my naked past; forgiven, but never forgotten. She’s safer there, in the yesterdays of myself. And yesterday never comes back. 

I’m that guilty occult preacher with a lot of weight on my despicable conscience, for I’ve done wrong; it felt good, but it was wrong. Sins are always only a matter of opinion, especially in the basis of myself, where morals are bent with deranged logic of what’s left of my sanity. And here is where I stand now, in this lavish spring of my fresh breath; I’m safer here, with my eyes set on my tomorrows… and tomorrow always comes.

All those men inside me

The tune of your smile gently opens old distant frontiers, making me forget myself, who I am, what I am. And I start to think, I’m someone else, someone without a past, my past. A freshness of your touch guides me toward nostalgia of my innocence, lost somewhere in times before rain began time. That forgotten beauty of my soul can easily convince me that I need you to open my days every single morning, and close them in the depths of every night. I could even deeply care for everything which you think that you represent, purity and innocence at heart…

But, that wouldn’t be me, that haven’t been me for ages now. I am that disturbed occult preacher, whipping your naked soul. This wild heart should be your punishment, a twisted omen for what you deserve when you tell a lie. And your lies are kept in pits so dark and deep, revealed by your consciousness only to souls like mine… deranged by habit.

So, I’m going to forgive you the half of it, because you showed me who you truly are… I’m not going to enter you, this time out of pity! You’re lucky, I always show an affinity toward sexual release, but I rarely show affinity for absolution… many faces in here, in the kaleidoscope of my personality, and I’m showing you just one; though it seems that some men in me are getting really tired. Next time… well, we'll see how it goes, why bother and try to predict the future!? It is what it is, how it is…

My potent pale ember… we are victims of ourselves. 

Another day another lie left in ruins, somewhere out of sight;)