It’s the beginning of the macrocosm,
the finish of the Judgment day.
On her hands weights strangers blood.
Their wail echoes through the mechanism.
Someone breaths inside her shell.
As a plague it follows her,
when she drowns again.
Tranquility fades into tomorrow,
but the Ambrosius’ shadows stay still.
Catching the bottom, it waits for her.
Hollow stranger, volcanic eyes bleeding fire.
Melancholy grows inside her.
A porcelain doll with no face.
Violatedwomb.
A demon – growing and seeding its roots.
Weaving net for her lepidopterous incarnation.
[[ For this story, she used materials from the diary. May, 2006th. ]]
20.08.2009
the finish of the Judgment day.
On her hands weights strangers blood.
Their wail echoes through the mechanism.
Someone breaths inside her shell.
As a plague it follows her,
when she drowns again.
Tranquility fades into tomorrow,
but the Ambrosius’ shadows stay still.
Catching the bottom, it waits for her.
Hollow stranger, volcanic eyes bleeding fire.
Melancholy grows inside her.
A porcelain doll with no face.
Violatedwomb.
A demon – growing and seeding its roots.
Weaving net for her lepidopterous incarnation.
[[ For this story, she used materials from the diary. May, 2006th. ]]
20.08.2009
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