A Few Scraps Of Memories

Inhale this sweet parfume
 Of acid Sulphur
 Spit yourdespair
 In humiliating joy
 Sweat from all your pores
 Burnt by the anger
 He's in you, he's everywhere
 He stabs you where it hurts
 He's the creator, the only one
 He's back to never leave again
 What would the spirit
 Be if it could burn?
 Evaporating in an
 Asphyxiating atmosphere
 Polluted by the shockwaves
 Of its predecessors
 Contaminated by a disease
 Which has only just begun
 Disappointed, speechless
 Copses are falling one by one
 A psychic desolation storm is on its way
 Deserters are legions,
 Digging their graves
 Lay down, close your eyes
 Sprawl in your insane certainty
 You ain't pleading anyone's cause
 A few scraps of memories...
 Your cosmic rictus greets him
 He dominates you with his
 Dictorial behaviour
 You offer all your light to his darkness
 He drowns you in eternal
 Sadness and locks you away
 What would the soul be if it could shine?
 Free from all its virtual sins
 Like a flame spreading through a shadowy passage
 Lost to his sight of pixelated memories