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Νέα σελίδα: == The Apostate == I've shooed all darkness away from my life<br> And now it's empty. Soon<br> Seven demons will come to take hold of the vacant dreams<br> <br> Together we'll... |
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I have shooed all darkness away from my life<br>
<br>
= The Perfect Moment =
Wishing different does not make different
Fighting different only loses different
In the mouth of deception I got crunched by the tooth of disillusionment
I am he who hides behind waves of greatness<br>
Breath me in, I smell of absinthe, A third of the people already dead and you can’t love me<br>
I smell of tales “Why, Constantine, did you not keep your promise?”<br>
I smell of the potency of golden Pharaos never open the door you’ll never escape the odour<br>
These are my cuffs; I burned them down in Babylon to carve a <br>Tetragrammaton under the auspices of the matinee<br>
“How will you keep your promise now, Constantine?”<br>
Smell me, mother, and you will know immateriality<br>
First you lose your breath, then you become it<br>
Sniff around my ears, I built them under a bridge<br>
It falls every time a train passes<br>
We rebuild it with crysanthema and autumn leaves but they look like ears<br>
Until a horse with two riders gallops over<br>
Sweeping away dust like a<br>
Maypole of memories that do not matter<br>
Are you happy now?<br>
Well, do you want to be?<br>
Balaam keeps on asking the<br>
:Wrong questions to this people<br>
Of no consequence – or texture for that matter
“I loved you, Constantine, but only when you kept your promises”<br>
I love this kind of love, the<br>
Killing kind. Your kill, Mr Gordias, was a bloody knot<br>
Yet you did not care to let me stay<br>
:Six feet under – underground<br>
Stop teasing me, your thighs are beautiful<br>
Like the days I would dream of them<br>
Now I can feel them around me as we ride<br>
It takes wits to fail the grave<br>
::::no more<br>
We’ve stopped next to an arch in the Imperial Fora<br>
To catch a breath. I’ve caught it as it
:left you. No one tells me apart from
The sculptures in the moonlight<br>
You are comely, my sister,<br>
Smell me, feel the flesh of the Myrmidons in me<br>
A billion ants make me up, relentless<br>
In their quest for justice and a hole to build<br>
When all they need is love<br>
I came, I found, I conquered you
:Just as I conquered the world
::By not using it to the full
:::—Not that it would let me<br>
Would you let me touch you? … No<br>
So be it. All this phlegm for nothing<br>
You think the birds are talking to you?<br>
You are deader than me
:You wanted to buy a home in Babylon
But they sold you a tomb<br>
“Off plan, great location. Comes cheap. A bargain, really.”<br>
“You left me alone, Constantine”<br>
Yes, so you can laugh your boneless laugh<br>
You sent us all away, first your daughter, then us<br>
It should have made you proud<br>
Beamed up into the future just to check the fashion trends,<br>
Rather memorable, a view of the rotten sun<br>
We lay on the beach your red bikini in flames<br>
And then, puff, it’s gone<br>
What a random unstable future; let’s go on<br>
We’re almost there.<br>
And time is running out, so is your smile<br>
You know the truth now<br>
And that’s what sets me free<br>
Go to the mother who’s always caved in for you<br>
Long have you roved about dreaming of home<br>
You are there now; finish it<br>
“I have kept my promise<br>
“This is my dusty plaque you’re standing on<br>
“Do not remember me for my love<br>
“Remember me for my horse and armour.”<br>
:::::—Constantine
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