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Shakespeare's Monkeys

Infinite Monkeys. Infinite Typewriters.

More in Mosquitobytes Volume 14: Contemno Venum - 2010-2011

Cruor Iacio Quietus

Profano Mortuus

Wake me up
I’m bleeding
Scream at night
No dreaming

All the thoughts
Behind this face
They only
Mark the time in space
Where I would like
To meet my grave

Now I see that time
It’s changed
All my selves
They seem to break
Nothing really seems so strange
When all that’s left behind
Is the hurt you helped make mine

Pick me up
I’m bleeding
Wake from life
Keep screaming

There’s no life
Behind these lies
I am frozen
In your eyes
Every act
A fine disguise
Another memory
Left to find

Let the wounds
And scars describe
Shattered truths
Life left behind
I have nowhere
Left to stand
Does this make me
The last man

Cut me up
Please bleed me
End this dream
Stop screaming

© 2011, Mosquitobyte
 

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