autor:: Elendurwen

rubrika:: poezia

Nothing's gonna happen
And no one's gonna come
In the empty space
Where I don't give a damn

Where stars are sleeping
Behind black veil
My mind is beeping
I let the logic fail

Make love turn to dust
And sweat out my hate
Nothing's gonna grow
Nothing I create

Pour me over
This spiral-shaped world
I wish I died now
I wish that I could

Be where dead are crying
And worms fall apart
Open my gray head
And squeeze it hard

Collect my thoughts
Under howling moon
And eat them slowly
With a glowing spoon

napísanísané:: 15.3.2008

prečítalo:: 654 ludí