See, see the Drunk sky
Marvel at its big yellow depths.
Tell me, Erna do you
Wonder why the frog ignores you?
Why its foobly stare
makes you feel hungover.
I can tell you, it is
Worried by your gramse cake facial growth
That looks like
An egg.
What’s more, it knows
Your disco potting shed
Smells of eye.
Everything under the big Drunk sky
Asks why, why do you even bother?
You only charm feet.
Også kendt som Roev Kassen
hi thats pretty good even tho its in another language! :laugh4 :thumbsup
Losing Faith
Slender beams of moonlight enter
this darkened chamber as I kneel,
always lost, always silent,
frozen here,
waiting.
Angelic forms wrought in panes of glass loom as
dust dances in the air,
forming an image in my mind,
sparing not my darkened flesh.
Tears on a deathless face.
I raise my head, now crying out for
this uncaring truth.
Dark Love
It is a night of darkness, a song of dark desire,
Wolves vent their loneliness. The beautiful one
Awakes.
Evil shrouds her stalking form,
An everlasting desire.
Her inky black hair cascades over
Pale and delicate shoulders, and her
Full blood red lips part slightly, to taste the
Death streaming from the
Pale flesh beneath
her.
Now a night of darkness,
I awaken.