LadyMoon

The Insatiable Of The Night

Seized by the woodworm
The cover rises slowly
Roaring

Angry the winds gush
Between the four walls
Covered with old webs
Where they crawl sorely
Pestilential reptiles

His congested eyes
Overstep the dark darkness
Scanty times lit up
For rays shot to the glasses
Loaded of moss

He leaves slowly
Showing his greenish face
Cadaverous
Fastening a dry glance in the objective
With infinite disdain

His enormous feet
They move forward heavily
In a slow walk
But resolved

In his rigid lips it's distended
A terrifying smile
Cunning
When approximates of the sacrificed one

His tenacious hands
Like starved vulture
Won't let to escape the prey
Already dominated

The prey's eyes reflect
A mixeded of fear and anxiety
Also her
Wanting to be satiated

Suicide

I feel like a disintegrated rag
Dragged by the ground of my despair
I feel the rage that tears my soul
when I look at the mud that surrounds me
I feel that I don't want to feel
the good that might come out of me
I feel the rage of those who sits down
because i'm those peoples' part
that says what it foresees
to opening the anxious hearts
for the affected flatteries of their insecurity
I feel the weight that weights in my conscience
for the decadence that I let myself fall in
for not struggling, for knowing
that the fight is for those who win before they start
But I feel!
I feel and I dont want to
I would like to tear the soul that I carry in me
to turn off the light that hurts my eyes
to silence the scream that leaves my chest
to run and run until the fatigue defeats me
and to find a place
where the night doesn't have moonlight

The Empire Of The Senses

Wide grating open up
The bodies move boorishly
In the gaunt space

The light of the day
That scarce light
Plays in the cold bodies of fear
When in the hidden night
The stars shine

The bodies stop
The souls are linked
The senses are anxious

In that empire
The senses reign
The pain is a pleasure
That it is shared
The life lives

Image

As a mirror contemplate your image
It is the constant of my thoughts
It is the light that penetrates me
It is the dream that sustains me to life
It is the life that lives in me
As from it I live
While the mirror doesn't break
Or to let of, with the age
To reproduce the image of this dream
That, with its uselessness of old mirror
It will just reflect the disaggregated image
Deformed, thrown in this deadly space
That it will catch it as trophy
Of victory against the life

The Unknown Rulers

Brilliant rays
Tear the naked night
In a Silent Noise

They land in the earth
That groans frightened
Oscillating

They leave shady
In brilliant garments
Without face

Certain of the precision
They break the wind
That silences

They exchange murmurs
In the hands that dictate
Domain

And the light that was born
Fades away

The Vaccuum

My brain weakens
In this trip without grief
The circle is limiting itself
It's already so little what I carry in me
However, it is infinitely heavy

The alternations become rare
The syndrome spreads
It's dispersed drop by drop
The scanty content
My dry membranes chirp

The echoes are diffused slowly
Repetitive
I can't get back
I believe I have made the choice
I got into myself
I hid
I withdrew
I got lost on the black side
For pitty?
For punishment?
For nothing!

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