pühapäev, mai 04, 2008

verine luuletus

I cut you open like an orange
you´re filled with blood, so thick and calm
I fill my overused old syringe
and drop your weary, whitening palm
I drink your heat, will, strength and freedom
and steal away your starry eyes
they were unused on me, I need´em
to turn the glance from late goodbyes
the juice your body softly circled
will flow directly through the Past
you´re dry and tasteless now, the sparkle
has left you to dry out and fast
a trail I left of peels and splashes
I wish I did not need these fruits
we´re taking souls while flipping lashes
we, people, are such ugly brutes.

1 kommentaar:

Anna K ütles ...

i like it.