The Madness Tongue Devouring Juices Of Livid Hope

To win means to lose

Everything

To pour through fingers

Ashes of yesterday

With dead hope in hands

To dance to the rhythm

Of raped tommorow's yelling

With knife blade to cut

Umbilical cord

To cut feeding breast

And arteries of faith

To care the weeds

Within fed with grief

Bitterness and anger

To drink the venom

And to spit one

Onto every flower

Of human though

Into musty vagina of hope

And into the eyes of others

Lets reach the bottom! So as to bite teeth into mud

Feel the fragrance of the dead and shivering of despondency

So as to fill eyes with darkness, with nonsense to harm a thought

And to rape the pulse with poison

Lets listen intently to the discordance of every breath

And the monotonous lament of heaven

Lulling to sleep clotting lead in lungs

And tons of sand I have swallowed

I rot with the gag soaked in the blood of my gums

With livid grease instead of the bloodstream

Abyss within my head, words that take dreams away

Dreams that poison the dawn

My lungs burned with soot which I breathe for so many years

In the livid world of smoke, snow, and the forests of chimneys

And with me the end of the world rots

Which within me has to sleep

The end of the world laced by the cut throats

Of people I cannot omit

And that I cannot bestow a crime upon

The apocalypse depicted by spittle, blood and dried sperm

The sweat of clenched fists and smashed teeth spat onto the sun

To humiliate the day

I praise the beast again

As the stigma of death in every footprint I make

I believe in the Shadow and the only rule of this world

Nothingness cannot be robbed and disfigured by fear

Rotten blind shells plunder my brain

Alms of consciousness beg for oblivion

Stolen memories force to look for previous hours

Broken mirrors and empty bottles

To unwillingly recreate threads of life

I am the shadow, a collage, words without taste and expression

Forged by anger, spawned and aborted from the womb of the abyss

Which are dressed in sense in the one and only ultimate context

The monochromatic infinity of nothingness beyond me

Let all holy corpses on the trees wither

Let all holy wombs rot and let bearded sages die

In suffering spasms of leprosy

And let priests hang by their own intestines

And let lovers of poverty drown in tears of symphaty

Which seas of I greed along with forests of bayonets

And deserts made of ash

Black clouds and insatiable plagues

Hecatombs that shall depopulate black-black streets

And my mind

Fed through years with flames

Let all others die

My guardian angel and leper themis

Dwarves called letters of the law and ailing virtues of morality

Beautiful in heartlessness pure science

And stronger than symbols physical laws

Let the silence in the sand decay, and wind, and sound as well

Goddesses on the firmament and distant worlds

Entire life no matter if inside or outside of anything has been woven

The nothingness known to the others may this very sand bite

And every atom falling into the pupil of a man's eye

World imagined and imagination itself

Ideas, ideals, ideologies

Breath of life and exhalation of death

And let this whore Hope cry with her womb

'Cause her juices within throat of another slut have vanished

In their passionate embrace

The flames of tomorrow arise