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autor:: Elendurwen
rubrika:: poezia
Black howlers fly
Under moon and try
To steel me
From no one
There is nothing
No one's crying
And they bind me
Crucifying
Crown of thorns
The children jabbing
Mindless thoughts
A senseless scabbing
Of our world
Make me real
Now try to feel
How I bleed
Come and meet
Yourself out there
Your is the world
Your nightmare
And when
There is silence
Put a little
Bit more violence
Into me
Stay and see
My rotting soul
And the tall
Angels of light
Net of bolts
Trees are falling
The sky scalds
Under moon and try
To steel me
From no one
There is nothing
No one's crying
And they bind me
Crucifying
Crown of thorns
The children jabbing
Mindless thoughts
A senseless scabbing
Of our world
Make me real
Now try to feel
How I bleed
Come and meet
Yourself out there
Your is the world
Your nightmare
And when
There is silence
Put a little
Bit more violence
Into me
Stay and see
My rotting soul
And the tall
Angels of light
Net of bolts
Trees are falling
The sky scalds
napísanísané:: 16.5.2007
prečítalo:: 1146 ludí