Jun 2020
Requiem for immortality
He could no longer know anything that he would fall into Nothing with a kiss-praise, as the last confession in which cramps trickle into the impossible - unbearable volcanic eruption, cosmic collision of spheres, whirlwind of eye wars
Your Archangel has not faithfully torn your blood-twilight lips to the tune of balmy romances - And he couldn't know anything from you that his kiss would comfort him! But there was a short circuit, the connection that thought immortal connected two wandering shipwrecks, maybe it was finally broken!
- The wild and silky-green torn hills of the ancient Celtic ridges could not bring you peace either, because you could not know the answers, in the darkening pond of your eyes, cynical sparks had not bounced for a long time, you yourself are a childish dream image, you are a junk prisoner of our toy!
In the corridor of my soul, you can no longer greet with a grin, you are determined that the germ of your existence could not be adopted fertilized by the earth! - You just wouldn't have left me forever! How I could have felt beneath your throbbing body landscapes bubbling, bubbling, and feathering flirtatious bubbles in your oxygen carrying molecules!
Now done: The siege ring, which has besieged a knocking heart so far and is now tightening its throat, stretches it out: It is forced to swallow a deadly dumpling curse while the dehumanization gorillas are trampled on!
He could no longer know anything that he would fall into Nothing with a kiss-praise, as the last confession in which cramps trickle into the impossible - unbearable volcanic eruption, cosmic collision of spheres, whirlwind of eye wars
Your Archangel has not faithfully torn your blood-twilight lips to the tune of balmy romances - And he couldn't know anything from you that his kiss would comfort him! But there was a short circuit, the connection that thought immortal connected two wandering shipwrecks, maybe it was finally broken!
- The wild and silky-green torn hills of the ancient Celtic ridges could not bring you peace either, because you could not know the answers, in the darkening pond of your eyes, cynical sparks had not bounced for a long time, you yourself are a childish dream image, you are a junk prisoner of our toy!
In the corridor of my soul, you can no longer greet with a grin, you are determined that the germ of your existence could not be adopted fertilized by the earth! - You just wouldn't have left me forever! How I could have felt beneath your throbbing body landscapes bubbling, bubbling, and feathering flirtatious bubbles in your oxygen carrying molecules!
Now done: The siege ring, which has besieged a knocking heart so far and is now tightening its throat, stretches it out: It is forced to swallow a deadly dumpling curse while the dehumanization gorillas are trampled on!
