Театр Яда - Осенний Каннибализм
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leaves die when they touch the walls
truth from the antediluvian sky
bridges of superstition are a strange destiny
like a gourmet tasteless generation
blind people touching the whiteness in their eyes
milk and canvas in the power of the damned
darkness is everywhere, if the night is not alien
breath of warm but dead ash
heads are showered with bitter manna
hands devoted to the aesthetics of food
pain hungry stainless steel
sticks your children into the laws of the needle
disgusting movement of the carousel in a circle
swirling breaths of eyes and love
the moon is a stream of passing smoke
drives in the last nails of melancholy

on the road to dissipation through the links of injections
in the brushes of unknown Salvador Dali
oil masks are scattered with strokes
the masquerade is due to cardboard faces
scary animals in the hands of matadors
red and black, touching your veins
the bitter blood of buffaloes will splash
killed yesterday under the hungry moon
opening its womb in purple wings
she admired the boiling blood
sleep my pain, fold your wings
I will lie down next to your dark.......
STRIKE......STRIKE........STRIKE....................