Not long ago you were dancing
To the tunes of Paris, the songs of France
and the hymns of underworlds below
A heat. One which you've bellowed inside of I
to flames stoking to the sky
Now left with smolders and ashes
Now left with charcoal and darkness
Next you flew out like a phoenix /a bird/ from death
then a flower in the spring
then a mirror on the wall
and so so so so much more
Where are you now?
A phoenix - a fantasy
Where are you?
Not spring, but winter
Where
The mirror. Is shattered
Today; and a few yesterdays ago
you return
but
I know you
You're no girl
no woman
no bird
no bard
no flower
no grave
no painting
no angel
no nothing
no anything
You are /right now/
A spectre
a ghost
an apparition
Wailing through my very soul
/a poltergeist/
Chilling my fractured person
My lost icon
Yes...
You haunt me
And like the thirsty ***** in the bowels of every woman and man
I beg you to once again
ravage me...
Oct 19, 2017
Oct 19, 2017 at 3:40 AM UTC
Not long ago you were dancing
To the tunes of Paris, the songs of France
and the hymns of underworlds below
A heat. One which you've bellowed inside of I
to flames stoking to the sky
Now left with smolders and ashes
Now left with charcoal and darkness
Next you flew out like a phoenix /a bird/ from death
then a flower in the spring
then a mirror on the wall
and so so so so much more
Where are you now?
A phoenix - a fantasy
Where are you?
Not spring, but winter
Where
The mirror. Is shattered
Today; and a few yesterdays ago
you return
but
I know you
You're no girl
no woman
no bird
no bard
no flower
no grave
no painting
no angel
no nothing
no anything
You are /right now/
A spectre
a ghost
an apparition
Wailing through my very soul
/a poltergeist/
Chilling my fractured person
My lost icon
Yes...
You haunt me
And like the thirsty ***** in the bowels of every woman and man
I beg you to once again
ravage me...
10-19-17
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