Spectre of death influencing our lives, you hang over us You bite our hips we undergo your second level effects You sunk us in your vortex, you cyclically return to molest our certainty. I reject repetitions, I cannot keep abreast of my thoughts, too fast… I don’t check my weigh, I hate all pre-arranged feasts I’m used to writing when I’m alone, I hate chewing people I sink you in my vortex, I cyclically return to molest your certainty. Snow falls attracted by earth An inner passion moves it, Like the passion between the seeds and the ground. Black vision, lack of pressure and collapse Red vision, blood up to brain. I live in a marsh of crimes and nerves Hybrid of happy sprawls Lighted by invention. My breast of tenebra feeds the silence. Black vision, lack of pressure and collapse Red vision, blood up to brain. …e nella notte vaghi tesori rifulgono. ~*~★~*~
Posted on: Sun, 11 Jan 2015 06:16:53 +0000
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