Ensoph In The Blossom Of Inertness
A throb in the skin
At flicker touch of Mida’ s breed Cut the dash
With sparks of Eves long less then a while.
In the glint of a splintered nerve
The rape of the sacred in the sow of the poisons.
Learning the lines In the grains of tiredness weath
Burning lies, the same flesh swallows the flames
the same skin empty the breath
And no one shall remould this ashes for us
With brittle spittle sparks.
Just keep follow the silence in the wind
‘mid deathless concept acclaims
shed the shadows from your eyes
like tears of wax to soil the heart
A new livid , a new while, a new scar, a seventh warm
Frying shiver the canvans and hot whiters the skin.
Through the remains The soul still cast shadows kiss
No shade to perceive Broken , entrapturous at my feet
Is this what u promised me?
The void intertwining us in the harvest of the passions.
In the frames of the cells
The echoes is shattered through tha ashes of the thuths.
Bribes of affections like a violent caress
‘til the crawler oration calls the shadow dancers