PERIPLO A TU PRESENCIA... SOFISMA IRREVERENTE...

LA EVOCACION MAS TRISTE DE UN AMOR INMERECIDO... -PARA ELLA, QUE SUPO CONJUGAR MIS DESVARIOS, FUNDIO SUS SUENIOS CON LOS MIOS, Y EN SUS BESOS ME LLEVO HASTA EL INFINITO. LUEGO, A CULPA DEL PECADO COMETIDO, ME CONFINO EN EL MAS AMARGO OLVIDO. HOY SOLO ME ACOMPANIA UNA TETRICA SONRISA, SABEDOR QUE DE NUESTRA HISTORIA SOLO QUEDAN LAS CENIZAS. NO HE BUSCADO UN BALSAMO DE CONFORMIDAD PARA MIS PENAS, PARA QUE? SI DISFRUTO EL LASTIMERO DOLOR DE MIS POEMAS-
"...mira como sangro y como lloro por ti... mira como el tiempo me ha traido hasta aqui... mira como el manto de la noche me cubrio... mira este rostro que la identidad perdio..." -Anabantha-




TALE OF A GOTHIC PRINCESS



Princess Dominica looked so beautiful all dressed in black, with white make-up and dark purple lips. She sat on the throne so full of majesty. The onlookers were dazzled by her beauty, and worshiped the ground she walked upon. The king was no well and expected to die soon, and the Queen had died long ago, so the young princess will rule the kingdom. Everyone was impressed with her intelligence and grace. She carried out her duties without question or complaint , and she always great new visitors with a smile. Once the audience was over, she would return to her rooms. In the privacy of her own room, she would cut her writ and let the blood pour into a bowl. She would force food down her throat, until she could eat no more. Then she could go to the lady"s room and be violently sick. Underneath of her garments, she was painfully thin. She felt too much pressure to be beautiful. She had many suitors, but none that she loved. A stranger from abroad arrived one day and stole her heart, but he was not suitable match for a princess. A handsome sailor of common stock. She pleaded with her father to let her marry, but he doggedly refused her request. One night she took the blade and slit both of her wrists. Not a cry for attention, but an attempt to take her life, living was a torment to her. The expectations too high, the rewards lacking in true value. Her body was found in the next morning and all the towns folk mourned her death. The beautiful princess has departed this land, and ahead above the clouds, to find a happier resting place. A traditional gothic funeral was held. Poem by Demomrobber

misunderstood, nonconformist, unmentionable......un?????