I am writing to you from the hidden face
of a saturn moon where I found refuge .
Anceladus body is very cold
all seasons of love frozen under the ice ...
Do you know that on Anceladus
dreams fall asleep ?
I write you these few words
that you will despise ...
You,creature of warmth and solar desires
to whom the sharp blue of thought frightens ...
On this livid earth no garden of delights,
no spicy scents and carnal embraces ,
just peaks like dead erections
and oceans deprived of childhood ,
mothers who went out one evening
and never returned in the morning ,
vestals of the astral sewers ,
anceladus receptacle of all solitudes...
Hell for wise children lost in the maze
you who have passed without contemplating...
These few lines to tell you that suicides
are happy here in Anceladus ,
they have become landscapes ,
forever free of their souls ...
But I know these exhausted pleasures
and the contract with the angel,signed ,
you will join me,here on Anceladus ...
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
Such an attractive world hidden beneath the surface...
Happiness is so cold ...
one for my ''fave list'' me thinks.
Thanks dear dark" ! Anceladus is really a fascinating afterlife destination !
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