Unhurt through this leap, through this death,
dreaminess in my rent dark heart,
with maggot’s flames,
my dyin’ mien dies in sleepin’ heaven of my life.
Heaven was made - of blind eyes by His lapses stained of blood. . .
Misery in my mind - unwanted hallowed relics and nightmare’s stars.
IT’S TIME TO GO !
Like a spectral land, His wane crucified !
My redemption falls, hushin’ this pain of faith !
“ Lacunary light !”
This grave calls my name !
Hauntin’ nights on my blightin’ lanes full of life.
Rave, - THIS LANE
never again - YOUR LIFE
a rose’s ray but only tedious hone of shades - DISCLOSE
and ravin’ lanes - DEMISE
on nerves of life, walkin’ on this martyr’s crown.
Walkin’ across - this dim playground, I live in lanes of tombs.
I crucify - on this fadin’ spirits all these spikes of hopes. . . . .
YOU’LL BE CRUCIFIED !
Like a spectral land, His wane crucified !
My redemption falls, hushin’ this pain of faith !
“ Lacunary light !”
This grave calls my name ! . . . . .
Hauntin’ nights on my blightin’ lanes full of life.
