Жанр: Лирика: Стихи на иностранных языках Прочтений: 0 Посещений: 580 Дата публикации: 24.3.2011
Nailed to the wall like an insect -
Static firework of chitine and flesh.
In a cage of stone ribs all my instincts
Writhe; it's catharsis, an emerald flash.
No, doc, I've no problems;
Thanks, I am ok;
Sure, I take my medicine!
Therapy - my sealed self wobbles,
Has Jung something to say?
High on hot pain -
Looks like I'm in trouble.
Your razors slice my shattered armour,
A heedless caress 'long my strings.
Howling and struggling in my cowardly guilt,
Shivering in your bed of burning stings.
No, doc, I've no problems;
Thanks, I am ok;
Sure, I take my medicine!
Therapy - my sealed self wobbles,
Has Jung something to say?
High on hot pain -
Looks like I'm in trouble.
My childhood's never painted tragic black,
Through pallid lime of years can see my lack.
This vicious halter gets just tighter,
Though in your grip I grow to be a fighter.
No, doc, I've no problems;
Thanks, I am ok;
Sure, I take my medicine!
Therapy - my sealed self wobbles,
Has Jung something to say?
High on hot pain -
Looks like I'm in trouble.
Surgery, galvanization;
Bite deep and lick rough scars of shame.
Seasalt, spice smoke and whiskey when we kiss,
Dive and rekindle the bloom of perished flame.
Therapy it creaks and wobbles.
Has Jung something to say?!
...pleasure and pain.
Heeey, looks like I'm in trouble!
...getting high
Fuck all pills and fancy covers!!
...can't deny
Swear, I don't have any problems!
Sharrup, mine aren't problems!!!
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