Remembering time past.
Hell, searching for lost time.
Idyllic maybe
But
Flowers wilt.
The idle wailing
of Sirens and Daffodils
Allows me to forget:
Nostos holds Algos.
Scylla, Charybdis.
Is the future come yet?
Every word becomes a mistake.
All triumphs a fleeting matter
worthy of none.
Eviscerate my joy and live in its corpse.
Apr 7, 2010
Apr 7, 2010 at 5:40 PM UTC
Remembering time past.
Hell, searching for lost time.
Idyllic maybe
But
Flowers wilt.
The idle wailing
of Sirens and Daffodils
Allows me to forget:
Nostos holds Algos.
Scylla, Charybdis.
Is the future come yet?
Every word becomes a mistake.
All triumphs a fleeting matter
worthy of none.
Eviscerate my joy and live in its corpse.