What's left of my flesh
Has got stretched between
9 circles of hell
In a history of infinity

Where soul sings odes of torture
Sodomy has become friend
Of senses

My vision is stapled with a greed
Of steel
Rusty fingers and a clairvoyant eel

I am a poetess of horrid feelings
In a state of stupid darkness

Ashes od my nickname
Grow a light
Deep into sorrow
High into tears

Pleasure maze
Desire is inverted

In the house of possessed ghosts
I find darkness of the abyss
The corner of childhood

The only joy of death notes

Sticking palms
To dirt and thorns

Ashes of my nickname
Grow a light
Deep into sorrow
High into tears

I love branches of ancient letters
They sway towards symbolism of virginity
Emotion of clear glass
Vortex of pockets of desire

What has armed my lips
Is knowledge of dirt
Tears
Possession
Love

Some way towards stars
I drink fire together
With birds and apparitions
Of summers in rock n roll
Classical melody and pop

Ashes of my nickname
Grow a light
Deep into sorrow
High into tears

Beauty has metamorphosed
Into
Belief of pins pupils
Beautiful fruit
Blossom of madness

City is a newborn of crosses
In a land of sea

Stooping on my toes
I'm a fragile burst of clenches of sound
Mummified like an Egyptian queens
I touch sun
I hug moon
I absorb stars into my skin
Deep into my happy bones

Ashes of my nickname
Grow a light
Deep into sorrow
High into tears

Lightbulb in a smiley face
To brighten up my tear
Falling down the metal hill
Made of thoughts born by will

Sun ray slicking into abyss
Voyage of a soul
Purified by sweets of autumn will
Moulded into paper fowl

Chirp of stars
Footprint on smiles
Growing wisdom
Fowl of thought piles

Of knowledge
Of pledge

To Neptune

 

I am nothing
A printed line on a pointing finger
Living in a net of painful virtue
Skin of a disease
Collected in a life of fabricated leather

I am nothing
A dirt inside of dirt
Agonised second of rebellious dream
A thought within thought

I am nothing
A well of empty words
A mountain of night
A sparrow
A touch

I am nothing
I am you

Raindrop hangs on dear bones
Sticking to its nails
Awing
Dawn to the clouds

Forging melodical tremble
Of
Good morning

Beautiful vacuity
Has stung a saddened heart
Proposing in the fortress
Of lost love charm;

a hornet
In its deepest cellar
Ties up tears
Of forbidden beggar

He who waits for answer
Of mermaid in cellar
Evacuates the heart
Of a sadness blast

She was never an appearance
Nor the sublime tremble
Her body is dirt
In a lake resemblance

In a cellar
The hornet
Plays a tune
And odes
To mermaid made of eyes;
Eternity forges

The answer came quick
In the palm made of rocks
Mermaid got married
To the laughter plots

Now words are born
In a frost of vacuity
Odour of life
Has found deity

Bliss nor death
Have joined souls
Mountain of dreams
Have stung the roads

Synthesis of hearts
Has joined once more
Mermaid and vacuity
The cellar to explore

Understanding limbo
Chaotic reality
Virtual pain
And vigorous virtue of
Diversity of ants

Is knowing earth's nature
In miniature part

Where dreams meet reality