An attempt to electrify the metaphysics
The ones listen to ancient solitude,seeking measurements, a map of brain
As you might guess, it's an attempt, a cell
in my own mind
& so filthy, die
Thousand years back in time, fade out but stay
The main characters are recreating my nausea
Their complicated laughter is too much for me,
that's the reason for my name
cause basically
I don't mind driving through the scattering despair,
But these voices are harsh and dirty grey;
contains a good deal of ozone prays, SHOCK; Electricity!
Poetry by Liona
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Written on 2006-03-12 at 19:27
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