[эпитафия... мое отношение к захоронениям в земле... и цинизм...]
Come closer…
Closer…
To the stone that speaks…
Come closer…
Can you hear the lines?
Can you imagine what their sound is?
Behold the sadness and insanity
Of bones
That lie beneath…
My guest…
Come join my rest…
Oh, we could talk for hours…
Don’t be in haste
There’s nothing about time
Here, in the place
Where life’s already rhymed…
My guest…
Haven’t you died yet?
You turn…
You go away…
My speaking stone
Just scaring…
My spirit is forever interred in this ground
I didn’t ask for prison, but who cared!
There’re plenty of bored bones
on the nether side…
So, you hurry to live
My guest…
Then sooner, my pleasure, you will join my rest…
I hope that there will be no empty space
And they will bury you
Right here – in my grave…
Then, maybe, we can even have sex…
Then I wish you be girl
With a charming ass…
Epitaph
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My friend is interested in archaelogy. When she digs the ashes her first thought is 'That's why I persist on cremation!')))
Сесиль Монблазе 16.07.2010 10:43 • Заявить о нарушении
Сесиль Монблазе 16.07.2010 10:43 • Заявить о нарушении
I had an interest too. Well, still have. Though never dig, but unveil. The archaeology of mind... )) The case is, i was born in fire, and shall return to it when need some little rest.
Виллард Корд 19.07.2010 10:29 Заявить о нарушении
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