skeygeta , 22

It was a lonley night, and a broken man,

just in search for something, that could rule his pain

just the warmness of a body and the taste that he forgot

a long time ago

 .

not a big deal in his mind, he'd pay a little fee

for an hour in the stew and some love for free

just a simple mindset that couldn't reach to the feelings 

that would follow
 .

she was a lonley girl, talking dippy words

deranged by all the times she got hurt

the world has chewed her up between failures and drugs

and mindless indignities
. 

she had a pretty face with a simple soul

he was not able to hide, she made something grow

not just pleasure inside, she touched his heart for a while 

she gave the feaze
 .
 .

but noone ever called her before

and noone ever minded her name

and now she looked so crushed down

listen to the question he made
.
.

where is your home tonight?

where will you go , when you walk out that door?

tell me where is your home tonight?

loneliness would be a sneaking fellow

can I take you home tonight?
can I get you outta here,
no matter where we'd find us home.


*written by skeygeta, 2010 

As you walked down the road
as our looks met I was told
that you're the prince of the superficial
and while you smoked, like a bloke,
dirty was the way you smiled,
dirty were my thoughts inside,
nevermind me of coming so close

I should have known, you would be expensive
and traps like you never fail
I should have watched my cards a little better
and most of all I should have known

you are cold
staring neon lights in the city rack
blood lines trough the streets
yes you are cold
empty glass with no reflections
no it was never meaningless to me...

well now it's too late to bother
there's no fixation for any other
'cause traps like you never leave open
and cards have never been my mates
at least while addiction clasps me hard
you smoke and chew another heart
nevermind me of watching

I should have known you're a twilight
somewhere between dusk and dawn
I should have payed more attention
and most of all I should have known

you are cold
staring neon lights in the city rack
blood lines trough the streets
yes you are cold
empty glass with no reflections
no it was never meaningless to me...


*text and photo by skeygeta
*model: sebbo

I've been drunken of you,
much too late I got sober,
just a kiss, just a bang,
and my heart was game over.
With the gun in your hand
and your gaze straight into mine,
tending fair in my face
headshot,
nevermind.
Filled the hole with desire,
put my body on fire,
you must be crack or heroin,
or a full-blown drug scene
and now I got to the point where I'd pay everything
Just one more little trip,
please, one more piece of this shit,
need a shot of your body,
an injection of your love,
need a pill of your dreaming,
give me drugs until bleeding 
you're creeping into open vein,
heat and sickness make this plain,
you must be human cocaine,
you must be my addiction game 
but I love rush, yeah, I love the fever
and for the matter take me high,
'cause I don't care about the monster,
don't evene care until I'll die