sexta-feira, 24 de agosto de 2012

Death will live

Death will live

Long paths in the shadows of Tennessee
risks with bitter in Paradise
alive to death since I was born
days go on nights of your smile

on the lips for hours
lines of blood on our way
rush of blood on the riverbank
My sanctuary in their nest

the darkness back to life
the bane of star king
their flesh chewed departure
the night with your blood toast

buried in the sound of the whistle
luzidos horses in pitch obscene
kisses the serpent keeps it safe
her body stuffed in my poison.

Arthur Nett

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