Predictions

Just like scarred (the way) you touch my skin
 Can you handle that shock
 Fragments of words rush through me
 As I see your lips move fast
 Echoed voices never end
 Blinded wisdom in empty hands
 And as I come closer to the truth
 I figure there is none
 So where are you
 The whore to walk, aside
 And all those faces I haved lived in
 Attach me to my doubtful past
 Forgotten forces regain strength
 Because strangers die in silence
 Crosses fade in shimmering white
 Obused reflexes born inside
 So tell me now, where are you?
 Fingers longing for this gentle chaos
 Hallow bodies with draconic lips
 Idyllic smiles decay in laughter Kisses stimulate
 my skin
 Voices dumb, without sentiments
 Digusting taste and eyes so blind
 Fingers numb, perceptions out of reach
 breathless as a perfume kills
 Perverted dreams my fractual bindings
 As my puzzle falls apart
 Logic questions the existence
 of this strange phenomena
 Hidden in those eyes
 Like a gentle flimsy kiss
 Believe me saying it's not the skin
 It's the stranger inside