I'm over her,

fucking and I'm

puffing.

She's crying,

what the hell is she crying for?

I'm over her,

fucking her and this burn

between my legs is all-
no matter how she scorches inside me

I stop when I shatter

in a billion drops.

Οἱ ὧρες πού περνᾶ

μέ ὃλα της πιασμένα

εἶναι ἀπ'το σκύψιμο

τό μεσημεριανό.

Καί οἱ γνώσεις πού μας δώσανε

γιά τό σαπισμένο αἷμα

τή μίκρυναν, τήν ἒλιωσαν

ἐκεῖ στήν εἲσοδο τῆς μήτρας.

"All the days the same. Why."

-I do have some traces of dignity, sir!

-Alas, can I see any of them?

-I'm standing on my feet, clothes on, not shitting myself.

Please, if you could
for this tree uprooted in the wood
send a note to the hearts
that hurt like hell should.

Tell them:
"Now that you've woken up
to that empty space you sought,
realize time won't heal a god damned thing."