Floral kisses and sunset goodbyes,
the sound of holy devils singing "die, die, die!"
The earth split up, and dreams fell apart;
it is the midnight glory,
the crucial lie, so lonely,
crawling itself a way into your veins;
dark flowing vessels carrying Charon's message,
carving the oblivion in our language:
life after death after life after what?
what is the goal after all?
This maze we're caught in
is nothing but a craze we've bought, dear;
ten thousands squid embryos looking at us;
sad sad eyes attempting to drown humanity
and sink it into despair.
Enfolding their black preened wings
to enrapture our self-loathed souls lacking seeds of humanity;
Encouraging dark mean links to grow and stir
the holy devils raging inside instinctively.
Aucun commentaire:
Enregistrer un commentaire