autor:: Elendurwen

rubrika:: poezia

Tears are comming
Down my cheeks
And the time just
Slowly leaks

The emptiness around
My shivering bones
Trees are rusting
People become stones

When a small child
Screams inside my soul
Dig me out a grave
Flush all in a hole

And let the worms
Eat fruits of the past
Let those neurons
Disappear at last

When I'm sleeping
Pale corpses nurse me
Powder on my lips
Death has seduced me

As the only thing
Which will never end
It is closer with
Every breath we spend

napísanísané:: 18.2.2008

prečítalo:: 946 ludí