| Subject: RAVINGS |
Author:
morighane
|
[
Next Thread |
Previous Thread |
Next Message |
Previous Message
]
Date Posted: 07:56:23 03/06/02 Wed
wild talk ( RAVINGS)
- Exhausting Autumn tears,
rain of blood on the Madonna's face
my head is hunged
like a hunting trophy, immaculate
- Wretched or noble damned moments
a new dream is born
damned moments
chutt, the night is falling
it's coming
restfull sleep
i lay down
the dream is coming.
- it's always the same sight
it looks at me
twisting my neck
it cuts me with a nail to see my rotten entrails
worms.
body in a bed of nails
sharpened claws,
a skin so cold, VENIT ANGELUS MORTIS
- it's here, the dream is in me,
my stomack is tensed
and a cat licks my wounds.
i'm in a perfect gloom
i can hear it singing :
" D'avance merci "
- i open my eyes
a garden's dwarf looks at me,
drawing a whittered smile,
he comes near me,
takes my nails
to make a baby's rattle, for his feet.
the neighbour's girlfriend swim on her cage,
she comes near me, squeezing and squeezing my bone
whispering... d'avance merci.
- the earth tremble behind me,
falling wings in my bedroom
the bed is moving, silently and the candelabra
pours its waters into my brain
i'm drunk, drown.
" D'avance merci"
- on a dark shore, where the ray of the moon never dares to come,
i'll be lying, on the sandy weather.
dead eyes looking for a bloody island
the others are gone
i can breath now.
be here ?
who's going to find me ?
while people are dying
while Life bleeds her way... i'll...
" thank you "
[
Next Thread |
Previous Thread |
Next Message |
Previous Message
]
| |
Feedback: 