Lovely, long ago, she once sounded odd..
People passed along and she just thought!
"What could they turn myself onto?"
"To which wish they'd force me to?"
And then, she walked!
To the stars, to the see, to the Inner Me!
And you, and she and he...
And all here are we...
Sad, happy, crambling and falling...
And then, she walked again!
On the roses that covered the World!
And her footsteps turn to blood...
Those feet full in pain...
This heart...full of stains...
A girl followed her and wiped the blood...
She healed her wounds...
She turned the pain into lust!
She touched the girl for one more thought..
And in her arms...She started falling...
Falling from the stars..
Crashed the pavement...
And felt his hand...
Under her skin...
Splitting coldest death...
In her bones, in her heart...
Drinking her very own blood...
And feeding his lusty teeth in girly flesh...
And back in the corner again!
The punished student was forced for him...
Wippin the air and drying the thoughts...
In life and back!
In sea...in wind...in she!
And TURN! In him...
And FALL! For him...
And LUST! For him...
And BLEED, and CRASH, and SMASH your fucked-up head...
and live no more....for she...
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"
F.Kafka "The Silence of the Sirens"
14/5/08
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Ωραίο το post αλλά αν δεν υπήρχε και αυτό το fucked-up στο τέλος που με χάλασε λίγο... Βέβαια φέρνει λίγο και σε γλωσσοδέτη :PPpppPPP
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