Thrice now but beyond numerating The illusions of necrony hallucinated Intoxified death dreams fulfill fixation Narcotic born and breed time bomb sleeper agents [deepset in brain depths] The horseman, hope, is drowned in swamp-like glory In the dirt paths he trode and turned to mud with his tears The old mans last words still echo in my ears "Flagrant autumn sunsets of decades past hide now, but not well, in the shadows of twenty junes cast" Inherited addictions to chemicals and tragedy plow on until light, as if blood, is splattered to all corners killing all small nights that are the dark alleys and abortion clinics that spared us this birthrightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
