(I DO NOT CARE HOW SHORT MY LIFE ENDS UP BEING
SPENDING IT AROUND SUCH PEOPLE WILL ALWAYS MAKE IT SHORTER
I STOPPED CARING BECAUSE THEY WERE NOT WORTH THE CARING
EVEN GOD DOES NOT BOTHER TO SPY ON YOU!
TRIPLE TONGUE OF CERBERUS
IT WAS EXISTENCE WASN’T IT
AND I WITNESSED—)
Madonna of the good mists
Insufficiency was like a drain of the stars in my veins
I wanted to watch the terrors as they came
It was existence, wasn’t it?
And I witnessed—
Flaming dawn, existence like a grave
It was burial in time
And I waited for it—
Existence like a morning haunt
I wanted and I got it golden
and I was gone—(I was gone—)
It was golden eternity in a day
and I witnessed
Madonna of the Good Mists
She fell in the obituaries of oblivion
I had forgotten the golden god
Madonna of the Good Mists
And I forgot where I lived
I witnessed the end of oblivion
It was Madonna of the Good Mists
orchestrating existence
Testament of the flesh
A creature of shadows haunted me
Madonna she followed me
And I witnessed the ends
An infinity of times
It was derelict Eternity
Madonna of the night winds
what wildebeests woke to war and wilderness
ye saints of little faith
you left light in decay
madonna of the seas and shores
madonna of the golden eternities
resignation
I wanted the holy spectacle of revelation
Madonna of the Good Mists
I was an ornament of existence
Insufficiency like a dearth of stars in my veins
yes desire was gripped in my teeth like I was wolfing thing
Madonna of the Good Mists came
and I sought
Like I was a forgotten thing of god
I marched towards that ecstasy
Like it needed desire from me
darkness unraveling into holiness
Storm waves I was sinking as ophelia in a water grave
Ye saints of little faith
You left light in decay
Madonna of the seas and shores
Madonna of the golden eternities
I wanted the spectacle of revelation
Ornament of existence
Insufficiency like a dearth of stars in my veins
Storm-waves I was sinking as Ophelia in a water grave
I doubted that the stars are fire
Existence weightless as a tempest of fire
Doubt that the stars are fire
Doubt that the storms of god were dying
Requiem fire, I was vanishing like the wilds
The ecclesiastes of fireflies
Summerfire under the brutality of desire
White oblivion capsizing as voyaging starlight
I wanted eternity to die
Ageless dawn, how many earths have you seen gone?
Genesis like a bruise
The grandeur of God, I had forgotten
Figment of Oblivion, I witnessed—
I had forgotten the golden God
Madonna of the Good Mists lived on
Begotten eternities when all the gods had forgotten me
Madonna of the good mists, I was her archivist
The miracles of light
I feared like killing fields of desire
(and I melted into Miraculous Eternity)
(like it was a Hidden Earth to me)