inspired by the numerous vampire related books, TV-shows and movies I've experienced lately.
my body's on fire
London 1890
The streets are
of stones and stones
and we loose each other
amongst the people
The bridges are feeding on wood and steel
while we are
afraid to cross them
The hunting is over
it killed me to life
What hides in the sun
is visible to everyone
Paris 1952
Il y a des fleurs
dans la fenêtre de toi
je les vois tous les jours
Ce n'etait pas une bonne chance
mais nous ne regrettons rien
La guerre est finie
ils sont tous morts
Le grand mur jaune
est l'histoire d'hier
New York 2005
The ground has opened
for grey imperfections
It takes longer to climb
and pains you worse if you don't
Please drain me to mortality
and stab me in the chest
If that is what it takes
to make me feel alive
Poetry by tinsel
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Written on 2009-11-29 at 00:13
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not breathing through memories
la douleurmy body's on fire
London 1890
The streets are
of stones and stones
and we loose each other
amongst the people
The bridges are feeding on wood and steel
while we are
afraid to cross them
The hunting is over
it killed me to life
What hides in the sun
is visible to everyone
Paris 1952
Il y a des fleurs
dans la fenêtre de toi
je les vois tous les jours
Ce n'etait pas une bonne chance
mais nous ne regrettons rien
La guerre est finie
ils sont tous morts
Le grand mur jaune
est l'histoire d'hier
New York 2005
The ground has opened
for grey imperfections
It takes longer to climb
and pains you worse if you don't
Please drain me to mortality
and stab me in the chest
If that is what it takes
to make me feel alive
Poetry by tinsel
Read 556 times
Written on 2009-11-29 at 00:13
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