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panic You know you ain`t going nowhere you`re stuck inside while the mind is flying you said you`d help me in the morning twisting on pins into my eyes and we driving on the ceiling below you facin` up the walls with your crocked hands while you`re miles away... I don`t think at all end up like this there`s spiders on the wall and they stink of piss dead heads lying in the corner staring at me making me feel bad I put my hands up to my eyes but the holes in my palms let me find a way to corner you... I can`t feel my chest because it ain`t much sucking through my skin into my brain oxygen pushing on the window cracks in the glass let it slip away I start to cry and I keep on laughing I close my eyes at what`s left inside and then I`ll ran away...
for all the time in my hand circle around in depth found calmness fall once again... Razor blades floating in the warm bath air bubbles in your veins turning my hands black whispers coming from the next room window cleaner keep on spying I put my hands up to my eyes but the holes in my palms let me find a way to corner you... Twelve ton hammer for my breakfast 12 تن چکش برای صبحانه ام slipping of the edge in catatonic blood multiple decibel inscriptions trying all they can in miles an hour all face grey and looming downwards sniffing all the time for a ounce of silence screaming all the way... solar system thoughts circle round my head false teeth hanging from the ceiling feet looking of the goms of the 2nd son I eat my hands `cos my legs are crying you broke my neck `cause I snapped my spine I wish you would die away... for all the time in my hand circle around in depth found calmness fall once again... |
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+ نوشته شده در
سه شنبه دوازدهم تیر 1386ساعت 9:20 توسط moein |
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صفحه اول آدرس ایمیل آرشیو |
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ترجمه اشعار تاریک آنادما
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تیر 1387 مرداد 1386 تیر 1386 خرداد 1386 آذر 1385 آبان 1385 مهر 1385 |
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