Skip to main content Help Control Panel

Shakespeare's Monkeys

Infinite Monkeys. Infinite Typewriters.

More in MosquitoBytes Volume 10: Peritus Morbus - 2006-2007

Kindesmißhandlung

Aestuo Occultus

I stand at the foot of heavens bed
In my dream
They cannot hear a single sound
As I scream

I feel no pain
Though I have her world to blame
I feel no pain
Except that of a child
Let it burn me again and again

You’re standing here at the turgid edge
Of my dream
You cannot make a single noise
As you scream

You feel no pain
Though the faceless will always blame
You know no pain
Just like a tainted child
That yearns again and again

We’re standing here at the towers edge
In our dream
We know no fear in the others arms
As we scream

We feel no pain
Our love is a violent rage
Yes we rage
Though deep in our hearts
We are pain


Can we take
Anymore

This fools desire

Putting the pressure on
Much harder now
We return again and again

Defences down

 

With the trust of a child

© 2007, Mosquitobyte
 

Share
* Invite participants
* Share at Facebook
* Share at Twitter
* Share at LinkedIn
* Reference this page
Monitor
Recent files
Member Pages »
See also