movies...

[doomdominus]

a film made of pure light

while lifes marry eternal boredom

a strange form of life

where everything is too quick and fast

 

the subway is coming

pulpits of lost stones I say

I won't jump

I cannot stop the sons of the eye

 

the slow kill behind the papering

the solemn lights are oaks on my way

I'll leave all this on my back

plastic self shows on me in extasis

 

the childs of dawn

haunting every sound they spot

like the sparks inside a poem about truth

in consort to the sleepless visitors

which will take me inside the sharpener flux

 

the fucking clerk being no one

as he bangs his head for mine

and the secretary of good curves

on the hula-hoop for a personal hook

 

spinned for too much on this chair

and still the night passes over me

hoping this deposition to renew the grass

I request your difference to bless me

 

(mi influencia pa esto es como siempre la puta sociedad y bauhaus) :)