Lantlôs
Minusmensch
The grey wind covered the last windows with dustWhere are all the souls?buried and expelleddegenerated to ghostlike shellsYou can see the behind weak backsBended, their face buried in their hands,corroded by poison, paralyzed by etherFading Figures.Where is all the yearning in their leaden faces?They hunted it down and killed itDrowned in wine and estranged via syringesset into whores and paid with cold.Disembodied, gasping, I tumbledIn the flush of a thousand cold lights,through this night of neon,That I'll never belong to-
From Letras Mania