Slimy Rottweiler Poop

Vendetta Vendetta Vendetta II

"Sad Clown, Digital Art"

Laugh, laugh

because you allow it because they're dead yet
because it is the grotesque sound of your laughter
the last song that you keep the pot in your madness.

Te permitiré la risa porque intuyo tu soledad como te intuyo la piel
porque tu risa no es más que la falla en el tiempo de una voluntad devastada
porque en la risa es donde sabes expresar mejor que nadie
la estupidez de los versos que ni tú mismo comprendes.

Te permito reír mientras te dure el placer
de verte circuncidado por el silencio
para mirarte a los ojos mientras te ríes
para soñarte por última vez con tus manos recorriéndome
y recordarlo asqueada.

Te permitiré la risa como último recuerdo de tu sarcasmo fingido
apenas sostenido en sus muletas
porque ya no te bebo
porque ya no te resultan las letras escarbando
my senses because I want to see the face
facing the fierceness of my face.

let you laugh and far from the pleasures and the desires holy devotees
to see me dying to dance to the strains of your laughter
where I can build you and reconstruct you
coserte and descoserte

and disarm and arm yourself with trepanar my nails all the verses premonitory
to see your face in years and all the panic anxiety
league with
appeal because it is not you who wrote verses
because they seem to dance alone
when they have taken the form of my lips.

laughs last
care and no longer your word that accelerates my movements but the older

slogans of all my evil demons
that want nothing more than to see your black throat
fragmented by time and sad

petrified sitting on the bust from where ever because they do not depart

because you do not know because you try

and you do not.

Laugh
although you're dead to me that I care, I let you laugh now

because
today and you can not do it again
Nevermore