Chainmax
7th December 2005, 01:59
The infinite galaxies and their sarcastic craziness.
The rumble of the oboes in a tasteless cacophony.
The silent roar of a storm that isn't arriving.
The incredible tenderness of an innocent look.
And me? I'm here yet I'm not here,
I exist yet I don't exist.
Between carnations and climbing plants,
Between candy and carrion,
The stars laugh at me
Because I can't see them anymore.
Tears taste like honey,
Thoughts taste like shit,
The lycanthropic spirits eat in peace,
The harmonious dragonflies whistle their tune
And I can't hear them.
The royalty of waste
Claims from me its authorship
My essence squanders the sounds
In a strange and terrible melody
The demons smile and point at me,
The good-for-nothing lost his compass.
It's dark, I'm naked,
I cry in anguish over my magnetic partner.
Laughter comes out of my mouth
Or is it the demon's? I don't understand.
Leaden beads circle the forehead of the golden crabs.
They sweat from the effort of eating the wall,
It won't stand much longer.
My histrionic abilities are few,
Meager reinforcement for the weak wall.
The mask cracks, the horror begins.
There comes the night, there comes death.
The cruel bats feast on my skull.
They aren't scared of the rotting smell,
They don't flinch before the flavor of defeat,
My conscience, it seems, is a dish that can't go to waste.
The unknown ghosts cackle in my dream,
The chubby cherubs vomit frogs that look like flies,
The stupid gnomes say smart things,
The midwives cry their lullabies.
And me? What can I say about me?
The fatalistic thoughts drain from my ear,
The elegant penguins slide in a frozen river edged with flowers,
The lighthouse keeper sips from a glass cup filled with madness,
The drowsy prince stumbles in the darkness.
Everything is very dark, yet things are very clear.
The blows I feel are mine,
The blood on the hammer is from my head,
The numbness in my body is from the poison,
And the darkness that is clouding my sight…
The crickets chatter with the tomatoes and play soccer with meatballs.
The skeletons hop between the clouds and blow their chewing gum bubbles.
The grotesque harpies caw among themselves and flirt with the snakes.
The heavenly bodies paint each other in pink and play tag.
And me? I merely survive.
Chainmax, 13/03/2005
The rumble of the oboes in a tasteless cacophony.
The silent roar of a storm that isn't arriving.
The incredible tenderness of an innocent look.
And me? I'm here yet I'm not here,
I exist yet I don't exist.
Between carnations and climbing plants,
Between candy and carrion,
The stars laugh at me
Because I can't see them anymore.
Tears taste like honey,
Thoughts taste like shit,
The lycanthropic spirits eat in peace,
The harmonious dragonflies whistle their tune
And I can't hear them.
The royalty of waste
Claims from me its authorship
My essence squanders the sounds
In a strange and terrible melody
The demons smile and point at me,
The good-for-nothing lost his compass.
It's dark, I'm naked,
I cry in anguish over my magnetic partner.
Laughter comes out of my mouth
Or is it the demon's? I don't understand.
Leaden beads circle the forehead of the golden crabs.
They sweat from the effort of eating the wall,
It won't stand much longer.
My histrionic abilities are few,
Meager reinforcement for the weak wall.
The mask cracks, the horror begins.
There comes the night, there comes death.
The cruel bats feast on my skull.
They aren't scared of the rotting smell,
They don't flinch before the flavor of defeat,
My conscience, it seems, is a dish that can't go to waste.
The unknown ghosts cackle in my dream,
The chubby cherubs vomit frogs that look like flies,
The stupid gnomes say smart things,
The midwives cry their lullabies.
And me? What can I say about me?
The fatalistic thoughts drain from my ear,
The elegant penguins slide in a frozen river edged with flowers,
The lighthouse keeper sips from a glass cup filled with madness,
The drowsy prince stumbles in the darkness.
Everything is very dark, yet things are very clear.
The blows I feel are mine,
The blood on the hammer is from my head,
The numbness in my body is from the poison,
And the darkness that is clouding my sight…
The crickets chatter with the tomatoes and play soccer with meatballs.
The skeletons hop between the clouds and blow their chewing gum bubbles.
The grotesque harpies caw among themselves and flirt with the snakes.
The heavenly bodies paint each other in pink and play tag.
And me? I merely survive.
Chainmax, 13/03/2005