The spectrum


I am Guy de Maupassant  the eternal passer- by .


Don't wait for my tonight .

Because the night will be black and white

like a spot of boredom  in the void .

My  gnawed soul will finally be released 

as dawn approaches ,the animal  asleep .

I 'll hang a garrote on the whore's smile ...

    Old lantern street ...

The green mirror of my booze 

masking the decomposed everyday's  life mouth 

who feeds on my soul ...

Spectrum that wears the mask of my  face 

where the bubonic flowers of my vices,bloom ...

  Does he pursue me ,begging, to put an end 

   to it's  non living  torments ?

I caress the boobs of this cold skeletton 

that will bring  no appeasement  ...

Traveler from nowhere to another  war ,

who has only his folly to offer to the composter ...

 But i'ts alway  there  and now ,

in the suspicious eye of the fish in the aquarium

who life diary  is well  authenticated ....

I am Guy de Maupassant  the eternal passer - by .

        Old  lantern  street  ,

     I am going  to hang a rope on a grid ,

       my wings will take off from the ground ...

         Don't  wait for me tonight .







  • Author: lorenz (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 1st, 2024 06:54
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • aDarkerMind

    I wait for you every night.

    • Lorenz

      Don't call on them ! or they 'll come with their madness !

    • Ellen Marsell

      "I do not fear a bullet, I do not fear a saber blow, I fear nothing on earth. But I am afraid of what I do not see."

      • Lorenz

        '' The horla '' A novel from Guy de Maupassant .

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