предвкушение the last memory

Ну ты не вынимай бревно из моей глазницы
Пока разветвляющий стог не приснится.
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Blood under the nail
Infected red scale
You flatten and whail
The point of your fail.
Red. Red.
Red stained bones and don't you mean that
Sacredv and scared harsh coils'll be dead
After your fall
Screwn to the pole
Concrete grey pole
I run into wall
Debris call
Under the endless shaft, under the nail's impact, crushed, reflected and whacked.
You were open for me and I was open for you. Infiltrating the window for a tide of view, ejected reflection, unreal protection.
The whizz of darkness, the shake of sense. I've found the blood and the soap The Fence. So wavy and fluffy into the steel fence.
Another version, the first distortion, the wooden fence, the flaming chance. Empty black feeling that I have to flense. To flay. To cut. The weeping cut nut.
Why can't you resurrect under a sunny dead cuff !? Purple drips, curvy scissors, in secatures rough. When you are gashed, I will never lough. I will never love.
So. Roasted red flowers. Under the scull. Sockets in wrists. Tinted or cull. Layer of eye. Ambient sky. Skeleton breaks. Rise in the creek.

01.09.14