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Night cry

1 min lectură·16 mai 2006

Mediu

in the cemetery of desolate beings, I watch calmly the sun setting down

hiding behind the crypt in which the vampire sucks blood out

of the neck of it\'s screaming victim, that swallows it\'s own sweet

now regretting the sand, that yesterday seemed to choke

in a see of torment, with the butcher sun

shinning fearfully into an afternoon of white despair, with red infusions

the dawn of a new world, rapped up in smoke

the doom of a long lost illusion, rapped up in it\'s own destruction

behind the curtain, the fat lady dies chopped up into little pieces

the killer unknown, inside our every cell, metaphysics reiterated into our genes

crying with every inch of our reality

our body, tormented in this carousel driven by eunuchs,

lusting for the fresh tears of despair!

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Fluerașu Petre. “Night cry.” Atelier, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/atelier/fluerasu-petre/poezie/182981/night-cry

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