the hour is so very surely at hand
our cowardly LOVE!
(so loveless!)
now death
(who knew always who would really win)
walks boldly up to your mother
and takes her hand
you watch impassively
and wander to the alley and lie down
in the filth and excrement
and try to weep
(but you cant)
the hour surely has no minutes
the minutes have no seconds
breath has no life
and
naked bodies no allure
you are only totally poor
only totally
a slave
the hour splits and reveals
skeletons with no substance
we are mere specimens of man
we are cowardly lovers
merely loveless
Sep 15, 2010
Sep 15, 2010 at 3:13 PM UTC
the hour is so very surely at hand
our cowardly LOVE!
(so loveless!)
now death
(who knew always who would really win)
walks boldly up to your mother
and takes her hand
you watch impassively
and wander to the alley and lie down
in the filth and excrement
and try to weep
(but you cant)
the hour surely has no minutes
the minutes have no seconds
breath has no life
and
naked bodies no allure
you are only totally poor
only totally
a slave
the hour splits and reveals
skeletons with no substance
we are mere specimens of man
we are cowardly lovers
merely loveless