| There is a broken metaphor Hanging by the ceiling Scented with a timeless Damned fragrance of paining Screaming in greediness For under the screwing ceiling Is a maiden In towering pain A dark unknown In senseless evanescence Constantly betrayed By the damn metaphoric color... Oh deathless fragrance of hell Lead the blacksmith to the springs Where the tangled strings Of lies playing And nothing I repeat N O T H I N G Can mend Her immense pain. |
Monday, March 14, 2011
Invitation to Hell
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