14-03-2014 17:30
"We’re losing gravity,
The trains are coming down on us
The wolves no longer admire our step,
They now draw us in to the abyss
Your bloody mouth & rotten teeth, sored lips
You are death -
snuggled in a shiny dress of mud
And I love you,
In great fear
Fear of losing my will,
For this battle is no longer ours
Our vengeance is buried -
in fields of burning children
Towers of grey climb the skies
Only to make of us,
A little smaller & mad
Why stop now!
Why stop, When so close to the dream?
Oh, mother nature -
sculptural pit of lost infancy
Take me in
Take me with you
We are loosing gravity &
I’ll be there at noon
Await the sun and bow in joy,
Farewell to jolly moon
Speak the wise & take the drive -
Dive from the highest tower of blood
And I promise you child,
You will see us soon
You will see us,
When innocence turns to doom."
Authory of the called "Dead Poetry": Alberto Mavcra
https://www.facebook.com/albertomavcra
