Monday, 16 April 2007

The Black Cycle

Monday, July 24, 2006

Blackness and silence, boys and girls,
We shall all lie in a four-foot box;
Sour smell and two sticky pearls,
Lifeless, hollow, as dead as rocks.

"Who are you? What have you done?"
The ever-present question in everybody's head.
From now on you're an ex-someone,
"Go to Hell, woman!" enough said.

The light of the mind begins to fade,
You're being dragged to eternall Hell,
The Sun is unseen, it's one massive shade,
A dead rat, you shall rot and swell.

The wheel revolves and steals us all
,To be punished, we deserve the violence.
There's no escape - don't run or crawl,
Just go with the flow of blackness and silence.

Christmas 2004 - London

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