Poezie

Morbituary

~published in the first issue of EgoPHobia ( www.egophobia.tk )

1 min lectură·20 octombrie 2004

Mediu

I am a city of stone,

My blood is a river of sadness and solitude

Carrying all the nothings I hide inside

Into the rancid swamp called heart I\'m said to possess,

Like a flower is nothing

While the factory of dust works ahead.

My brain is made of nitroglycerine

And my head of glass, so anyone can see

The lost soul haunting under my hair,

Yes... I love heavy metal,

Headbanging... unfelt desire,

So fragile... Did you get the metaphor?

My eyes have my mother\'s sadness buried into,

I feel them always so sick of view,

My hands still shiver, as of fear

Of the dark or of the fall,

My feet make cheap music when walking

While my heart... do I really have one?

My way was a burial into agony,

Senseless flight from life,

I was a sad jester with fake jokes,

I am a stiff corpse still creeping ahead,

Cannot feel but pain, and whatever...

Ashes to ashes, dusk to dusk.

044.822

Sorin - Mihai Grad. “Morbituary.” Atelier, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/atelier/sorin-mihai-grad/poezie/91236/morbituary

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