Flies danced around Amadeus box .
Klaus you were born with a skull
carved into your madness ,
looking at the world through
the wonderless eyes
of a twilight child .
Incubus walking with you
in a sleeping woman's dream .
Intra uterine camera miss Riefenstahl !
A messenger of death asking for fire
to warm the cold of your inspired delirium...
Navigating the river of darkness
in search of the golden cities ,
transmuting taboos into mud ,
sanctified scum ...
Ghosts of nothingness don't hear the cry of toys...
Klaus ,you play your part in satan's satyre .
Looking for healthy spirit in the scarred mirror,
remaining this sinner in the delights of torment...
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
Dark and gothic in nature this poem gives a shiver.
The Leni R.intra uterine camera !
A somber portrait of an artist who burns himself for the sake of art.
Innate predisposition or personal responsability ? A debate without substance...
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