Αναρτήσεις
A change of route to
the children who start these wars
a player of the definite guitar
clearly slides in every gun's barrel
these rooms aren't empty anymore
I stand by the window
with another standing behind
whiffing out gunpowder on the glass
the children who start these wars
shoot themselves
they build up
our own, we are
say speak for two repeatedly
respond never before but now
the fingers dipped in brandy kissed the rifle
them claim to foresee and realize
sad victims I wouldn't spare them
acceptance
them they are remains, moldy and outside these
rooms as
WE TWO FEED ON BRASS.
