Erika Conti Poems

Digging deep in the black sea
fishing tears
and dirt
...

Undress me
Of all the things of
Me
That scare
...

the only way out
when you're lost
...

What am i without you?
an endless exercise
of vanity
and pleasure
...

A year After he started trampling on my most delicate essence, i realize
his hate and envy, inadequate he feels
enemy forever he is
against his dull hate
...

I fit you like a glove
and our souls extend like an arch
in whichever direction
we are
...

Something inside
is telling me about you
the wind is softly singing
we're almost ready
...

Then i run to this secret shelter
where vampires won't taint and twist
all the things
that i need to say
...

So cold the eyes that i could die
but i'm alive
so warm the smile that i could die
but i'm alive
...

A single teardrop explodes
just like that band's name.
Just one teardrop.
Atomic sparkle
...