Salty destiny

My voice sound weak and my lips are tasty
salty little brand new sour flavor
perhaps has been the sint of denial and adictions
self destruction
what a meaninfull word
the so-used-called-mented-meaningless at the end word
tv shows, reality shocks, doctor and psiquiatrist terms on diccionary affliction
abrogated among lips that have kissed one million desires of love
abrogated among desires that have accomplish no more than weeks of pain and sexual satisfaction
You meant with the right words... at the end is deeply lonelyness
salty lips and brand new sour flavor
amoniac...
Yellow creamy theet, wasting dental paste in cleaning powerless bacteria
we need orgies of strong virus, herculian sickness and a shot of self destructions, we need extasis my love..
gived the pill, strech the money
no more saints could interfiere
the heart beats broken
strokes being risked for the great good bye
and Miss America´s next top media whore makes her wrong intervention...
winkie trinkle fozzy nervs loose control
threw the party by the toillet
anxiety need hard sex when drugs are gone
sex needs boy when dark has become our evil karma
karma needs a victim
this is you.. salty twisted fresh bones...
ready to break in pieces?
will become salty scrub wich exfoliates skin of dirty party queers, full of fame, ego and self-destruction