Ascension

When the dogs devour the streets at night

when the light of the city die like stars 

the moon's c**t vomits the silence of the day ,

when thoughts f**k the mind with a furious rage

a shadow covers the face as the clock spits the time that shall never return . 

When our tiny bodies crawl in mud

the dirty asphalts of wet streets 

in the corners they burn promises and torn lusts.

When the soul screams like a raped harpy 

The lips are wetted by the ocular fountains 

as they feel the salty taste of life . 

Where the buildings raise like blasphemic cults 

and with stones and bricks they cover the dried sperm of shame . 

Where the people lie sweating in sharp beds 

covered in razors of dreams and blades of memories . 

There we smash like idiots seeking some light 

hoping that we hide our nudity from the night . 

Where b*****s screw in royal orgies 

filling their c***s with pleasure and money 

We are thrown alone to walk like shadows 

while the filthy morals tear up our backs . 

Where the wind flows in our lungs like poison 

igniting the boiling gall of our hearts . 

There we are , sprawled in thirst 

We do not know pain , 

We're her beloved children , 

Who raise like legal prostitutes .

Cursed to be holy !

To seal our pact in orgies of angels and animals . 

To sell the pieces of breath eaten by time . 

We are infinite .... and that is our end !

Reviews

[I Am Svetlana]

Truly a powerful and gripping read here. I feel it tells of the end, like an apocolypse. Where people roam the streets, trying to find something new, but stuck in the mud, the dirt. They must now be who they are not and face life a different way. In the end, we are all not who we started out to be.