I'm growing weary of your crippled horizon,
my rippling sea is a
gaping
innocent
deaf
abyss...

Staring from the depths of your eyes.

Your starry sky is bearing down
like a flesh eating animal..

you lie.



you lie.


I'm a victim moon,
painfully waiting..

to be put into your ingenious calendar
of crazed women.

Running naked
down to the gates of hell,
I'm a bronze memento.

In your
red and black regalia.

You won't break me,
I'll exhale your source,
planting rows and rows of your sorrow
with a hate chisel.

you lie.



you lie.

My daily life
is like a mirrored river bank,
but this pebble knows danger.

Unwatered trees
still stand tall.

And these hands
still hold strong.

The hands which yesterday held the groom's hand,
today
will hold the white cords of your hearse.

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