The trees keep screaming in this hollow garden,
where the sun shines only once in a year.
Here is the herbaceous stone bench,
last withering lilies embracing the pedestal.
Here is the forgotten swing attached to the wind.
Here are the rare scraps of the malady.
& here,
these ultra melancholy memories taunt me.
The gnarled birch has pupated,
leaving its milkwhite skin into the yesterday.
Between these sore violin melodies,
it has become the crimson silence.
In this garden hide themselves these poets,
who’s hearts have grown together.
They wander on these empty highways,
calling for the retired words.
Tomorrow is the day after forever,
where the inner sanctuary collapses.
Just cause the burden is too heavy.
Just cause the slaughter has become the addiction.
21.08.2009
[[ Inspired by Nine Inch Nails album "Ghosts I-IV". ]]
where the sun shines only once in a year.
Here is the herbaceous stone bench,
last withering lilies embracing the pedestal.
Here is the forgotten swing attached to the wind.
Here are the rare scraps of the malady.
& here,
these ultra melancholy memories taunt me.
The gnarled birch has pupated,
leaving its milkwhite skin into the yesterday.
Between these sore violin melodies,
it has become the crimson silence.
In this garden hide themselves these poets,
who’s hearts have grown together.
They wander on these empty highways,
calling for the retired words.
Tomorrow is the day after forever,
where the inner sanctuary collapses.
Just cause the burden is too heavy.
Just cause the slaughter has become the addiction.
21.08.2009
[[ Inspired by Nine Inch Nails album "Ghosts I-IV". ]]
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