Feed & Feast - The beast unleash
"For I have eaten ashes like bread, and mingled my drink with tears"
Salm 102:9
Imagem por Blue Mitchell
Again the voice inside my head craves my soul while I lay down in a hopelless wait. There's nothing more to believe in this spiral of anguish... sometimes it stops... the voice, you know?! The anguish.
So much bitterness when all games are done and it all comes to this this this... this ridiculous space in between, where souls are captured in their own nightmares.
This night, another night, will I dance with my hands and drink to madness once again?
Let the wolves come and feast, luxuriously.
Let me unleash the beast that feeds on my venomous blood and tears.
Let there be darkness where once children believed in love.
Let there be music, your hands in sound around my neck in a loving noosed embrace.
Unleash me to death!
A ouvir Beethoven - Moonlight Sonata
posted by EyeOfHorus at 3:45 da manhã
3 Comments:
Sometimes anguish speaks louder than a crowded stadium, other times whispers in our ear, figure out the worst...don´t get lost in yourself, you are the feast of your own beast, stop feeding it :)
Thanks for welcoming me here.
Hug
Dear mandrágora, anguish as a strange way of speaking at my ear, it makes a silent dance that goes on and on while I fall inside myself. I can never stop feeding the beast, for I am the beast.
You'll always be welcome here:)
Black nº1 kiss
"Fall back to sleep
Raising death-brigades
As they swarm
As your voice falls in silence through the rain
You will know
Try to keep them out
Try to stay calm
Mark of beasts
On the day all ends
Was this hidden from our view?
We all knew."
"Hyenas", Khoma
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