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A blind less
I found the way to spend my time in an emotional way
I prepared a basket with row cockroaches and bugs
a bottle of my useless blood, red crap from a black soul,
and went for a picnic with my grandmother’s horny bones.
I thought to make it the romantic way
but I killed this wanker feeling by crucifying my rock
so I laid a blanket in the middle of a boulevard
wear my black life-glasses and looked at the sky.
The sunset was black and white, I thought I was late,
like death is never on time when you finish getting laid.
Who cares if purple is dead forever?
When you think that white makes you clean
red is coming to predestinate your foolish virginity.
I pray for rain, I see all the birds going crazy,
I eat my fleshless insects and I dig my bed,
made from lime and water, I curse my soul
and all the fake world, I don’t need them anymore.
I sing an anthem to rest my throat before I vomit
all the stupid loves I once vowed like a snake loves the ground
I sing an anthem to rest my throat before I vomit
all the blood I once peed on the face of the west race
I sing an anthem to rest my throat before I vomit
all the religions I never obeyed like a shark can’t bite his blade.
I sing an anthem to rest my throat before I vomit
the bones of your rotten loneliness that made me a blind less.
"I don’t believe in you, dream of dust,
I close my eyes and you appear to be an open wish
a whore from Europe’s nailed borders ready to kill
the black sea is safer than your hope
your flag is transparent but my soul is a plastic fire
what rhymes with life is against the fear
the freedom, the dream of dust, the death of lust.
Before I run to you, I choose to escape from you
Before I run to you, I choose to escape from you
Before I run to you, I choose to escape from you."
Published 26th May 2016
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Anonymous
27th May 2016 00:19am
Ah, Artemios, this would make a perfect Jimi Hendrix song and somewhere along the lines I was waiting for that punch: Excuse me while I kiss the sky!. . .It was the `black life-sunglasses and looked at the sky` which drew me in to this entire piece. . .Great rhythm as well as flow with the repeated verses. . .Enjoyed. . .~xo, Devlin.
27th May 2016 9:47am
Oh, dear Devlin, lol! I hadn´t thought about it. Nice interpretation.
Glad you enjoyed it. it´s inspired from the Cradle of Filth band, written for Lucifernal´s comp, so I tried to follow the rhythm and let it drive me. Challenging for me.
Thank you for reading and comment :)
Kiss,
Art
Glad you enjoyed it. it´s inspired from the Cradle of Filth band, written for Lucifernal´s comp, so I tried to follow the rhythm and let it drive me. Challenging for me.
Thank you for reading and comment :)
Kiss,
Art
Anonymous
6th Jun 2016 6:45am
O love your raw intensities
are to my flavor.. .you
inspire me beyond.
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are to my flavor.. .you
inspire me beyond.
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6th Jun 2016 4:11pm
Oh... glad you liked it and that it could inspire you :)
I feel honored!
Thank you for reading and commenting :)
Kisses,
Art
I feel honored!
Thank you for reading and commenting :)
Kisses,
Art
