Densetsu - Skitliv

Like Rimbaud

I licked the venom from

The Mother.

s cunt

Fingertips embrace the swollen wound

That has become my soul

A shady tree

And a drunken monk

A vivid stroke

And a dying breath

I cast the bones of red dogs

Gnawing at my impending doom

On a shore, on a boat, in life

Rectify the dreams of my past

In the presence of absence

To deliver the pain of the universe

The heart, the disintegration

I have nothing more to say

I washed my hands with tears

Shed by a thousand harlots

Dim, darkness, so in vain

Redefines beauty and shattered hopes

Somehow I detected the lies

The worms, the cost of dreams

And inbetween days the Nothingness

The soul of something real

I have nothing more to say