AND SHALL THE SKY DESCEND
we've all failed to find the bliss
moon and sun blended into eclipse
blazing crescents, crooked crosses
banners hoisted by iron fists
concrete plains and headless trunks
we've built here our horizon
a billion wombs feeding tombs
sowing hate for one more...
war...
while...
walls...
rise...
and shall the sky descend
to smother this immense cry
and shall the sky descend
to give earth silence
and.....
warmth...
while...
worms... wail...
THE BIRDIES WHEEL
how tall
shall i grow ?
how deep
must i fall ?
grains of sand overflow
nothing in all
the great in the small...
scary glimpse of infinite
fear breeds fear, stretching slit
aching breath pours sanity
seconds as centuries
hear the creakings of the wheel
inside me, quite unreal
i make it spin, i make it scream
scream like sirens
scream like winds
like sirens, like winds
all means suffering
watch that halo growing dim
in the flicker of their wings
deafening is the pain
pain as far as the eye can reach
deafening is the pain
pain as far as the eye can reach
stabbing the sky from dusk to dawn
waiting for stars to hit the ground
waiting for the sun to heal my wound
sharp lines entwined, glowing thoughts
grab my brain, clutch my throat
push me close to a giddy void
whirling swarms and deadly thrills
poisoned feathers making spin
making scream the birdies wheel
THE ENDLESS
strobbing stars light the way to you
sparkling blades ripped your heart in two
scattered children all along your wound
throbbing hums turning round and round
motherchaos release me
crippled angel, where've you been ?
so much void, so much things
is this life you gave me ?
all those shapes i cannot see
i try to breathe, i have to learn
'cause i know, into you i won't return
smell the heady scent of rust
frozen glare trapped inside
she was the night spitting dusk
made of silk, made of dust
a million suns never set
these molecular threats
pulsing fear, lurking eye
motherchaos, one last time
womb
is where all things must cease
womb
peaceful home, never found
womb is where all things shall cease
womb is where all things shall cease
womb is where all things have ceased
GLARING LIGHTS
the bright arch weeps on our grief
corrosive breath
reddish trails lick the skin
gnawing rust
sickness flickers all around
poisoned wings draw rotting wounds
burned tissues, scorched lungs
staring at a glaring sky
standing in those blinding lights
praying hands, fingers crossed
wait in vain
for a brand new christ
