Home was everywhere you were, To be with you was my only prayer. Bed was anywhere you slept, My pillow, my rest, my comforter. Your body is my country, Tie your white thigh around me. Your eyes are a sanctuary, My sky, tonight, so don't leave me.

As far as I’m concerned, Love isn’t anymore, The idol has been burned, Now there is nothing more to adore. As far as I’m concerned, You can go your own way, With your face unconcerned And all the damn bullshit that you say. Where is love ? Where is Love ? It’s dead like God and it’s gone… As far as I’m concerned, Love is but a deception, Feelings meant to be spurned And endings that answer no question. As far as I’m concerned, Well you can be happy. I hope that you have learned At least this little lesson with me. Where is love ? Where is Love ? It’s dead like God and it’s gone… As far as I’m concerned, I wish you’ll be happy, And when the tide has turned You can have children when you marry. For what this means to me, I do not really care. But if you’re not happy My sacrifice will be so unfair. For what I know ‘bout Love It’s a deceiving whore, You’ll fall in love with Love But it doesn’t exist anymore… Anymore, anymore….

A cigarette end is smoking and smells hang about the room My mind wanders as scented remembrance catch me in my dreams Beauty lotion about your face and in the hollow of your neck Perfume mingles with the flavour of your skin… heady feelings. Tobacco smells would hang about your lips as we kissed and fondled My fingers caressing up the interior of your thighs Looking for secrets as you would sweat under the flannel sheets My chest flattening your sweet and soft flesh, then down… with my mouth Under the stifling comforter, the warm scent of your body Aroused my virility as I would look for unknown treasures And the more secret fragrance of your very intimacy As my lips, further and further down toward… your wet panties That pervasive scent of your quivering sex as I would gently kiss it Sheets would crease and your body pour out, your body would pour out Sweat mingling with the most intimate flavours delivered by your sex As my forefinger would laze about… your buttocks That taste in my mouth when you’d tell me “take me !” I’d abandon myself to the scorch of your embrace Sweet tortures, fleeting intimacy, transient fragrance, enraptured memory And scented souvenirs of our love… scented souvenirs of our love… Animal odour, the nape of your neck, animal odour when I’m behind you Intoxicating pleasures, torments of love, they had a perfume Exquisite nectars, body odours, exquisite nectars that I can smell Pervasive smells about your underwear after we made love…

Shoot a bullet through my head, I am falling to my knees, I am already dead, it gets so hard to breathe. Finish what you’d begun, have that last decency, So please hold that gun and show me some mercy. I’m scared of dying in my sleeping That coffin, my bed Shoot a bullet in my brain, relieve me from this life Though it won’t kill the pain, more efficient than a knife ! I’m dying a slow death, your gavel sentenced me… So now grant me my last breath, have that least decency. I’m scared of dying in my sleeping That coffin, my bed Shoot ! Shoot me in the face ! I’m drowning in the sea With all those tears on my face, dance on my dead body ! On the electric chair living a thousand hells I can smell my burning hair, let’s ring those deafening bells ! I’m scared of dying in my sleeping That coffin, my bed I’m scared of dying in my sleeping That coffin, my grave…

“As I’m going to this date I have with you I just, like, bump into you…” Can’t recall the first time I wrote those words God, were they meant to be heard ! Since the day you chose to forget this song, Time has been so long… My nightmares desperately grabbing your hand Since you showed me to the end Remember the good times we had together Could have been for ever All the things, all the things we left behind Now they’re rotting on my mind About the meaning of this uncompleted sentence My soul lost in a shadow dance, My hopes and dreams, my best friend, even my wife, Mina, oh ! my….. life