Δευτέρα, 11 Οκτωβρίου 2010

Jamfingercog.



The ride is slow
And the road is deep
But the wheels know the Task
The relentless consumption.

Here lies no peace
In this sadist's candyshop
There's no safeword for stopping
Not even "Silence" will do.

The rain is young
And the cold is still learning
But the wind knows the End
The only thing it whispers.

Here lies no peace
This is the final automation
It's how the sun is manufactured
It's how the stars dissolve.

Your god is dead
And your children know
But the dead breathe their smile
As the memories scatter.

Here lies no peace
Chaos collapses on itself
A black hole for occurrences
That were but wider patterns.

Here lies no peace
But at least the cigarettes burn
A long white wish between the teeth
That have grown needless of any lip's embrace.

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