A blog about life, love, poetry, biscuits, my bohemian wanderings in Coimbra and other stuff of no particular interest.
All sprinkled with sincerity, humour and a LOT of red red wine.
Tuesday, 6 July 2010
Global unwarming
Red sun sets over the cemetery grounds
dying sun lighting the black with red hues
lighting the dried blood with healing fire
See the oceans rising blue
with silver lining drowning you
your living corpse
of heartless desire
It hurts even more to be alive and awake
Wondering the world with a sun ever present
That burns you but will not take you in it's fire
In a sea that won't let you drown
among tides of pain and doubt
In this silent tide We're driftwood passing by...
Hear the faint ticking of the heart
Under the sun, burning on an open chest
Ticking, the sound of life itself
whispering with a desire for death
And the world keeps being torn asunder
From the abandonment
From the ones that refuse to learn
From the ones that care nothing
The beating heart at the tearing asunder
The beating from a heart of stone
Watching us die all around, drink the blood
to fuel the loss of your divinity
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