I awaken and I streched
At the graveyard sight
I was dwelling on the edge
Of the cold moonlight.
I awaken from dark dreams
Of the deeper purpose.
Hear the local people's screams
Vodka is in surplus.
Realising that the graveyard
Always was my fetish.
You should never take it hard
It's just harsh and pettish.
Crawling outta deepest hole
Never saw the daylight.
Never made this world a whole
From the shades of last night.
They are lost in the abyss
Satan's bite forever...
Never thought that I could miss
This sadistic flavor.
Fetishizing these cold stones
And inverted crosses.
Down beneath these deathly bones
Through tall pines and mosses
Lies the victory within'
The internal meaning.
Graveyard hides your filthy sins
They are so compelling.
адреса: https://www.poetryclub.com.ua/getpoem.php?id=513686
Рубрика: Лірика
дата надходження 26.07.2014
автор: Steppenwolf