Weeping veins
Running to
And fro
Hollow heart
Olmolungring
Let the needle in
House of God
Where is thine mirth?
Veins like rivers
That stream down
The bloody slopes
Of Mount Meru
Microcosmic
Spiral tunnels
Passages
To the broken Earth
Aphro-di-siac
Trembling forms
Faces like mirrors
Sore
Lifeless chambers
Of a pale heart
The temple of
Pretentious «doom»
Broken Earth
Hollow heart
Hollow Earth
Broken heart
Acid rain
Over a love scene
The air is heavy
In the silent room
Pushed too far
Drawn too near
Wounds that bleed
Wounds that heal
Unforgiven
Yet forgotten
Run out of words
In front of you
Alone
At the gates of dying
A grave
Among the trees
Fucked
By the angels of God
Smiling lips
Teeth that grieve
Wild
And violent nights
Of Hierosolyma
If I touch you again
With my shaking hands
Will you accept them?
Run out of words
In front of you
Mount Meru