Nonsense

© December 5th 2012

All that sleepless
Cold I’ve felt in these bones,
All those declarations
of emptiness
I’ve heard in your statements,
That vacuity, that loneliness,
Those armed fights
For a penny
That alienation,
That stiffness,
All those languages
For one question mark,
That lost stuttering inside the chest,
Those ruins of meaningless majesty,
Your senseless rage, your worthless love,
Your vain principles,
Your manic gods,
Every thing
Allies
To set up against you.
Let the time of blame begin.
Let your armies
Paint my face on your weapons,
For I am memory of your mindless crimes,
For I am all your lost souls,
All those you’ve killed and left behind.

Nonsense

Nicla Rossini

Joined September 2011

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