sábado, 1 de septiembre de 2007

Cross over (and out)

...And of course I'm living in another season and while that band plays I'm just singing different tunes and following a whole different rythm.The structure crumbles,walls melt into streams and all that was and will be just bleeds into one rain pouring over me.
Achtung! your storming and never ending winter have been interrupted,locked up and the key thrown away.
That beverage was cursed,but it felt good,it does always feel good and even better after dying of thirst over and over again.That key bled into it and now and then I feel it running from one place to another deep inside,too deep inside...buried away but always willing to come back and release the hell.
Walking outside in another urban dead grey sky afternoon,raped violence twisting on the floor,madness reinstalling control and your voice screaming trying to get through my wall...but I was flown far away,to another season,another room...another chance.
-Blamberose

4 comentarios:

chevalier de la chambre de minuit dijo...

I'm impressed to be honest,I never really thought you were going to follow my same way and go for the english blog thing.You lack from inspiration,that's it.
Good start mon amie and although it's not my intention to cheer you up but those who dream have the power in their hands.
Au revoir

Anónimo dijo...

Pretty nice. Altough written in the Imperial Language, the Fury is still there.

Saludos!
K

Sigerith dijo...

The fury or rage is always welcomed as long it remains in a polite way...which is even worse sometimes ;)

Camilo dijo...

oh, your english blog at last.
altough I'd rather the spanish one. it's easier to read :p

the devil is staring at me...

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