Feverish delirium, the rope of death,Among the crippled walls,Sweat pours in streams into the open grave,The frailty of yesterday's life,Lost in the stifled clarity,In your departure into tomorrow pinned to indissoluble edges,We swarmed in a bed of dreams,amidst a jungle we sought the ideal,Swallowing spaces, a downpour of bullets over the abyss,Naked in puddles of hunger, we shiver,The space of death tightens the wall where bullets warp,The modest eyes of a pederast priest,pulse the final hours,We stand on our feet without the blood of life,Extinguished and swallowed by vampire graves,We howl the silence through our eyes, teeth clash in a dry mouth,In the secrecy of feeling we absorb the old image entirely within ourselves,Like switches we raise our heads shaved with a razor,A ray enters the lifeless window,We forget who we were, what we felt in this life,In flight we shook our memories into the open sky,In its snares we found the narrows,The ideal aligns and the hour of farewell knocks,Migrating like birds perhaps to a spring life beyond,Perhaps it is never found..!!Now the heartbeats are heard, strong as a lion in the abyss,The body shivers from the memories left behind,
The first shots of terror were heard,The roots of innocence are torn from silent foundations,Our gazes dissolved into an unawakened morning,Squinting eyes awaken,The noise of the night's knocking,It had not woven a curtain of dust,But whips that lash out hatred.The shots were heard again,Irony knocks inadvertently,The wind shrieks an echo of illusion,You remain a shudder in the garment of the air,You smile at the devil-footed fate,Life turned backwards howls, inadvertently....A shriek, a shriek.. only a shriek is heard..!!!
