Your dark mouth inside me,
A strong, shapeless shape
Composed of autumn cloud,
And the beauty evening stillness
In the shadows thrown
By broken tears
The stream of pain turns
In the howls I know
Hoping..
To piously die away into
Your tormented images
As I lie here still
To hear the
steps
Of thousands armies gone by
Speechless
Under the oak trees
Drinking my hopeless depression
Reflections in the pool
Of laughing blood
Autumn night comes down so coolly
With her white glittering scars
Over the broken human bodies
The convent of our forgotten silent pact
