sâmbătă, 7 martie 2015

The deranged moon awakens


The deranged moon awakens from sun’s entombing slumber,
The livings are enshrouded in specters of nightmarish selves,
A chorus of ravens somber the tune of “Moonlight Sonata”,
The livings are enshrouded in specters of nightmarish selves…

Alleyways are flooded in corpses that bleed echoes of rotten spells.
The windows are stained in reflections of the sky’s thirteenth abyss.
The deranged moon awakens from sun’s entombing slumber
And all I see is a concrete graveyard in which you rest in pieces.

Skeletons of grass await the bliss of new fleshes under winter’s shadows.
Time’s placenta cries tears for the cuffing dawn
That torments the bowels of ash molecules in veins of epitaphs
And all I see is a concrete graveyard in which you chaotic resurrect…
The deranged moon awakens from sun’s entombing slumber,
The livings are enshrouded in specters of nightmarish selves.