Monday, March 14, 2011

Invitation to Hell


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.

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