miyako73
04-03-2012, 05:11 PM
Today,
when nude forests
are verdant again,
and the midnight cycle
will never come,
I become a beast
that plays boredom
on its palm
and confuses everything
with discernible nothings
and doubts that are visible
and invisible again and again
in my eyes,
on my skin
covered with gray hairs
turning into dead furs
and tortured by lesions
of blood and pus
from scratches and wounds,
from the sun, the wind
that are killing me
as I wander around
looking for my lost fangs.
when nude forests
are verdant again,
and the midnight cycle
will never come,
I become a beast
that plays boredom
on its palm
and confuses everything
with discernible nothings
and doubts that are visible
and invisible again and again
in my eyes,
on my skin
covered with gray hairs
turning into dead furs
and tortured by lesions
of blood and pus
from scratches and wounds,
from the sun, the wind
that are killing me
as I wander around
looking for my lost fangs.