Sometimes we wanna be new Batcave stars.

Scratching and cutting love’s surrealistic flesh
Kissing my nightmares when I wake up
Having diseases of being sane
Teaching corpses how to live.

I wanna seduce my pale thoughts
Rape the ideas of all revolutions
Hiding my lust at the bottom of glass
Having spiritual war instead of .

Will you deny me to enter your skin?
Why do you forbid me reading my poems
While they try to reject their ual itch
And to steal your breath through the kisses you keep

I swallow my heart ‘cause I’ve nothing to lose now!
You say we both could be happy at once
But shut up your soul in this physical world –
My cigarettes hate the idea of love!