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Snarling

Autor: Ixtlan, 21. 10. 2008, Básně

snad mi prominete, ale česká můza mi dala košem :-)

Yeah, I may had been falling apart
but only to
reintegrate into something
without name
...
Remorseless phantasies pry on my sanity
I need to butcher my sadistic intentions
uncontrollably
for the few to know I’m still alive,
afraid I’m not human anymore

“Blame“ acts to unmask one’s guilt but
through my losses I’m indifferent

And the Silence is not Fortress
for it is audible to the ears of knowing
as terrified shrieks with no one to hear

Behind the diurnal wall I’m lying ambush
waiting for the night’s ordeal