drunk, disastress, rage.
love is a veiw, sometimes a complete mess
underlining love with smite, GOD is a veiw.
and probably has agreat one at that
and what of a veiw, and what of a dream
an empty meaningless broken thing
age holds tolls on us we would never even imagine
not even if we had lived for an eternityof nothing but black
and what of black.
and what of complete bliss full drunkeness
what of beauty what of bloodchristchurch, illusion
reality is only imagined
all the music sucks and the world is dooomed
hiddieHoe here we Go into oblivion
when all along it was only self realization that was neglected the most
and this party of univited zombies has the most annoying host
we live in trees and laugh outloud
and what of us then if we were to be all that
we'd most likely be dumbasses anyway
and we (*#*) early like an anxious teenage virgin
maybe one day we will live simply to just live
and what of that
and
what
of
that
sweid dayl ayngarr
(1\7\07)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem