A gaunty hand tried to touch the wrinkles of an unmoved gaze
The little bittersweet fractures that followed would rape
The nonsence of daydreaming with a lightblue holocaust
The shy fragments that came off moulded a shroud
As a veil over darkend eyes which couldn’t see for many lonely years
Untold bravehearted stories had been waiting for the bold move of a tongue
To awake the white puppets of this life on strings with it’s soft words
They would endow them to pull down the harsh strings of society’s agony
To endure further suffering by their own torturing mind
To be able to stop feeding off plaguespreading sixlegged parasites
And while the scenery of the changing thin air screwd up a respected silence,
Some innocent inserts fell, followed by dizzeling words, all kept together by a cord of cringing sentences.
Surpressed emotions.
they departed old cherryblossomlike lips with the speed of lightening.
Her possioned deaf ears could not see the colours of these great fairytales.
Dark purple… with a drup of bloody red ink to cast it all on everlasting paper…
25-02-2004
jorinde