|Lajittele runot aakkosjärjestykseen
Näytä ilman arvosteluja
Näytä vain otsikot
Drowsy of minds among many of poisonsO death, please come soon. Soak into
me, my inner core, the soul, the liver, the guts and subdue
me. The sponge that craves the liquids, sponge that I am.
Infiltrate - somehow. Be tricky and treacherous...
Sublime. Don't make me choose, you - you must choose me. Be crafty, don't let me know, pull the ropes behind the scene of charades. And drop quite and bring the teeth of the trap crashing on quite suddenly.
Or Let my glass fill with toxicity, all of nature's
- hemlock and hurt -
- cyanide and curse -
With my oblivious conciousness, lifting you up
and toasting you
and sipping me last. Let forgetfulness shield,
let the blur numb
and fog caress my mind drowsy. To the brink of
Collapse does the body once mine. Sprawling and convulsing
to the point
of no return. Hugging it is the floor of tiles checkered and dull.
While I hug, the forgetful, the dream of waking --- again.
Scaffold of new reality, will you take me?
Will you love that did not love, will you remember...
Oh God, understand the small.