ChristOtero

Whats a word? A word is used to describe that which can't be described. A word is a vain attempt to cling to a moment long pass. It's that little bastard that cuts deeper than a blade and almost never heals. A word is more than you know. A word can never be understood fully, just accepted. A word is a cover to hide our lack of confidence. It lies to us more than we like. But a word is more. It's a sweet release. It's used to express a thought, although it never sounds as beautiful. A word means the same thing in all languages. It's the moment of climax, complete union and utter ecstasy; rapturous delight. A word cradles us in its arms and lu

The sirens broke the cities silence on Dia dos Muertos/ When could the when cut my skin in thirteen measures/ As the pale poison poises for the dawn's first plight ~Chorus~ The Moon set on this blue sky and my demons were alive But be quick to measure arm length on her skin garbed bed Cause Arsenic Serum has found me again ~~ Nail this light on the bed cause I'm waiting at the end/ Of her long awaited baptism in white parcel tongues/ Only then will the mouths of the Sirens be silenced under a black full moon ~Chorus~ The Moon set on this blue sky and my demons were alive But be quick to measure arm length on her sk

I am the undying spirit floating along the cosmos. I am that star that appears every four centuries. I am the one true existence in an everlasting present where the future never will be and the past never was. I am an open book whose blank pages tell a different story. I am that planet in the heavens that you look up to for guidence. I am all and you are me. I am an unknown child who finds the world moves to slow and moves it faster. I am the sun, the father of the stars. I am the one who caught the moon to light up the night. I am the one who can snap my fingers to make the heaven's light up. I am the one that will never be heard, but will a