I can’t stand being without you, today
When the order of Satan is encircling you
To push you away
The blood ritual
Which makes me faint
Why the darkness is pressing you down
It sends needles down my spine
The nature doesn’t have to be made for death
Cristal waters
Green rivers
Little huts
Instead – bloodshed is coming from behind the border
Escape
Just now I have almost lost the meaning of life
Ok, lets the love die
lets dive into the abyss
with those bloody witches
you’ll win
after all, we cannot longer contain the explosion of malaise
the boredom is eating us like fish and chips
I have no more dreams
Lets us all go mad in this boring madness
all this stupidity
so what
they always win those bastards
so let them win
I started thinking that ‘love’ is evil
vengeful
it’s hate
it’s murderous
so I’ll forget this whole business
and go
to meet
Karakoram mountains instead
or something like that
for a while
before I get back to dreadful London
to deal with all this deathly business
of
flowers
It was a bitter trial
I don’t know how many steps I still need to take to step out of the chaos
maybe the emptiness is good
without the witchcraft and darkness lurking
without anything particularly interesting
maybe the nenufares
in the barrel
are better
than all that
deadly
luxury
and the ambitions of the dead.
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