This blog is about "Sunkmanitutanka Nagi". I hope he will see.


Now the Sirens have a still more fatal weapon than their song, namely their silence. And though admittedly such a thing has never happened, still it is conceivable that someone might possibly have escaped from their singing; but from their silence certainly never.
F.Kafka "The Silence of the Sirens"

5/5/08

Here

And I'm still here...
Waiting for thorns to scatter my soul...
My body full of piercings, each and every hole covered with skinny flesh...

And I'm still here...
Waiting for you to purchase my broken hopes..
Loving you was never worthy at all, loving you was a pain in the heart..

And I'm still here...
Covering my pain with laugh and drink!
Covering my soul, unable to protect it...

And I'm still here...
Hanging from a tree, waiting for it's brach to cut...
Waiting for the fall...

Of a star...of a dream...

And I'm still here...

But you are not...

(**She speaks the words that I can hear**)

2 σχόλια:

Νίκος Κ. είπε...

τελικά όλα πρέπει να είναι αμοιβαία..καλημέρα!

Gi Gaga Kouni Beli είπε...

Έχεις προσκλησούλα για παιχνίδι!!!