Κυριακή, 12 Φεβρουαρίου 2017

Spellbound

There is a spell leak, climbing up my living room tonight
There is a dead pluck, fluttering inside
And amid the hollow ceiling, lurks a scar
May the Heavens close, so i can bleed apart

Flood my world with apathy tonight,
so i can draw in no vain my last breath tonight
Hush my baby, hush my darling
there is no acres of barren lust left, to swirl upon tonight

All along come the shadows,
to a place i once called home
Hush my darling love, hush my beauty
You can do fine now, they say,
as long as i pledge in vanity my empty shells tonight

Remember me, when my shadow becomes a fountain of ever sparkling light. As the One and the Infinite curl up in vain, one's doom slithers by one's bloom. It's a numeric thing they say. It is no reason to fathom or despair of, they say. You can do fine now, they say.

Hush my baby please. Rush my baby now
There is no reason to live. Or die.

Original artwork: "And Heaven knows what else", by Johanna Knauer
http://enaston.deviantart.com/art/and-heaven-knows-what-else-142714062
http://www.johannaknauer.de/