autor:: Elendurwen

rubrika:: poezia

We slip from the sky
When we are born
Like rain on the ground
To be smashed and torn

And there’s loud silence
In between our heart beats
It reminds of Nothing
Close my shaking eyelids

When I'm starving naked
In atmosphere of wires
My hearth just blew out
My hands became spires

We burn like meteors
Our feelings are the dust
Our spiky unconscious
All-embracing crust

We lurk like monsters
And look from distance at
The place where we will
Travel when we're dead

napísanísané:: 28.5.2008

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