Death resides in you

night is carving image

in your putrid body

death resides in grave...in you

among mob of zombies

you are undead playing violin

night and algor's coming

embrace me with passion

I feel enslaved starve

and blood unhappy on your lips

my life's leaking through your arms

in your coffin gore worms

vanish in my soma

escaping from your home

together but severally

let my might be with you

flowing in your veins

filled with fear

Reviews

[The Twin Arenas]

there's a hallucinatory element in your poems I like. "vanish in my soma"
"coffin gore worms"
"you are undead playing violin"
it's kind of wild. I don't usually like this stuff. I'd be interested to read, like, a translation of something you've written in Polish.

[Phoen-ix]

I wish I could read more. Your first stanza instantly grabbed me by the throat. Well done.