a trip

autor:: Elendurwen

rubrika:: poezia

Staring on the ground
My eyes are chilled
And they are spilled
In my tears

When the red sun is
Too bright
And my head is full of
Itching fright
The rats are comming

So I cut
My way out
Leave me body
Far behind
And they quickly eat
My flesh and brain
I prey for more speed
For them to strain

I feed their mouth
They scream and laugh
And graves turn to
Houses of worms
In our skinny fingers
They breed their forms
And bite our nails

See the fairy-tales
Weren't right
The devils have the
Dreadful might
And they grin
From the heaven
From inside my face
When the mind turns to
Fuzzy scattered maze

napísanísané:: 28.3.2007

prečítalo:: 1029 ludí