23 marca 2016
Awakening
I am writing off all the symbols,
will not wait for the judgement
and cross the boundaries.
I am not you,
I am not him,
a blemished soul
it wants to be set free.
Conjugating fever at large
colliding, colliding with guts of needles.
Tasting ambrosia of pain,
oedipus asking for another name.
I am offloading the ancient guilt
give me some time.
I do not want any clouds to follow me,
my words are scented with streaks of blood
and shine when only the cinders arrive.
27 lutego 2025
Belamonte/Senograsta
26 lutego 2025
absynt
26 lutego 2025
absynt
26 lutego 2025
Yaro
26 lutego 2025
wiesiek
26 lutego 2025
absynt
26 lutego 2025
Marek Jastrząb
26 lutego 2025
absynt
26 lutego 2025
ajw
26 lutego 2025
sam53