Literature
Enigmas (II)
Sway, to the song of disgrace
Listen, to the pulse of my mace
Swallow (lies shall all come through)
Don't blink! It all belongs to you!
These enigmas belong to you!
Trapped somewhere up there,
in the darker corners of my mind.
The poet's flesh, the pen's cruel might,
twisted and thereby consumed
by the black almighty night.
The enigmas that dwell deep within
Have never been touched by human sin.
For all those who stand tall and listen and laugh
there's only death, abyss; falling prey to the snuff
so tough
Falling asleep with the pen in my hands
I try to keep eyes opened and I fail.
I manage to spot last rays of ho