8.8.11

this is emptiness, this is emptiness, this is emptiness, this is emptiness


This is a funeral for us all, emptiness
There is no love, it's imaginary loneliness
To clutch at the hands that feed
Oh, let them bleed
Yes, she kills with words
Her looks alone won't sway
Gives no love, it's imaginary
Better this way
Onward with the same mistakes
Savor the pain
Hold me again, I won't delude you
Am I wrong, am I wrong
To say that I belong to you?
Clutching at the hands that plead
Let it be, concealed in wraps
The odors appeal to me
To touch, rejoice, this is ecstasy
Hold me again, I won't delude you
Am I wrong, am I wrong
To say that I belong to you?
To you
This is a funeral for broken down loneliness
This is a funeral for us all, this is emptiness
This is emptiness, emptiness
This is emptiness, this is emptiness, this is emptiness



να σου σκάσει κάτι τόσο τεράστιο, κι εσύ να είσαι τόσο μικρός, που δεν το χωράς, και δεν έχεις καμία ελπίδα να το χωρέσεις ποτέ. πια. ναι, σου λέω. 

2 σχόλια:

Hans είπε...

There is no person like God. There is nobody, there is pure emptiness. And only pure emptiness or nothingness is what I have been calling enlightenment.

Chimaera είπε...

«Πολύ παράξενοι είναι οι μεγάλοι», είπε από μέσα του ο μικρός πρίγκιπας, καθώς συνέχιζε το ταξίδι του.