Van Kúš

Autor: Kornel Krakovský | 20.11.2019 o 21:07 | (upravené 13.12.2019 o 0:30) Karma článku: 0,00 | Prečítané:  15x

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I hold you on my chest

like a burning silver cross

 

 

/I'm holding my breath

 

your tongue on my chest/

like a burning silver cross

 

 

red light crests the moons...crest

like a burning silver cross

 

a nest of birds under your breasts

like a burning silver cross

 

the viola tinted lune

like a burning silver cross

 

a violet flower blooms in my hands

like a burning silver cross

 

you lick your bleeding lips

like a burning silver cross

 

your shine is the frostbitten road

like a burning silver cross

 

spider-webbing street lights

like a burning silver cross

 

when we touch,

pain and suffering paints us bright

like a burning silver cross

 

Look

 

A vampire's dying from it's light

 

and he burns

and he dies

 

don't put that stake through his hearth

stab him right in his eyes

 

Like Oidipus, I/You realized

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