Gothic Poem

Tearing up sky,

Upon the promise of change—

Parafka gąszczu,

rynsztokowego zmysłu.

Dreams radiation—

Ingrained thoughts ground our fear,

„Malédiction”

Swords in spiral,

known as a life agony—

Overture of youth,

through the nightly parolee—

Those eclectic eyes,

fading in glimpses of time--

Centipede crawling,

path covered within blood--

Stigma all around,

visible through dewy marks—

Howling thoughts,

deeply in rotten chest--

Deluded whisper,

Erased by stagnant life—

Vines coldly paused,

Climbing back in time--

Cloudless rays of minds,

In the grey, shadowed sentence--

Coldness in breath,

Of tangling savage winds—



La sangre etched deep,

In rooted thoughts, immersed —

Leaves missing trees,

Abandoned by the cycle—

Melody of dream—

Tender fragrance of raining,

Those small words of yours—

We are ready to get burned,