Thursday, December 27, 2007

RUST

RUST
The smell of your skin
Stare me like a mad holy cow
Who blew my tiny broken hut?
Passion and sin stung me like a honeybee
The sweet sparkling light of love struggle
Beast embraced with beast
Mixed blood and sweats
Shut down all the doors
Punished all the purest heart
Let them die
Let pain raining like a toxic waste
Burn that green blooming leafs
Let the Garden of Eden glow brighter
Like a august sky
Now
The selfish coward’s game is over
Python of desired is satisfied.
And a child is born.
I open the rusted broken doors
An ill infested darkness covered my soul
I felt infested, seductive and hypnotized
A dry but heavy drop violence
erupting like a long dead volcano
The lava violently burst upon my side
Scorpions of darkness stung my soul
Half conscious, skeleton crackling cold terrorize winds
Sharpened the edge of stubborn spirits
And I followed the shadow of omen
He promises me to catch the flying horses of time
As a satiated hungry manI searched for the apple
And I violet the line of fire

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