kiss my lips

Kiss my lips, please, for the last time!
I'm about to leave this place,
I have found a maze, and I know the answer.
Therefore don't even bother to ask the next question.

No longer have I to yearn a route of escapism.
I am free,
From the graveyard of my expectations.
There is no placid beauty on the black vests of them,
Waiting for the past spring green, they always will be.

Kiss my lips, I beg.
Soon I will become a forget angel, a promise of decay.
I am afraid!

Why?

Why do I have to undress the goddess of fortune?
Why does white smoke only come from other's fire?
Why does the end is always absent of my time?


Kiss my lips, I demand!
In a little while,
I will be the voice of anger, a failure and another victory.
I will be me and all my illusions with no magic mirror.
I will be at last the end of a reality show.
I will be the slow motion repetion of your desires.
I will be the word, the flesh and the fist page of the holy book.

Kiss my lips, I scream!
There is no space between the lines of this contract,
There are no exception clauses.
There are no main dishes choices.
There is no tomorrow that I can refuse.

Why?

Kiss my lips, I wither!
Kiss my lips, save me!
Kiss my lips, I fade!
Kiss my lips, erase me!

Why?