The seas vomit blood,
the stars spit honey
Dysis hides from the golden sunlight
Her fingers are colored in grace,
but her mind is gone
Breathing is just a waste of death
Pull the trigger and watch the fragments
blow against the ceiling
Dysis fell down to an unpleasing palace
Because of dreams of blood
And sleepless nights of thoughts
The smell of ferrum
drains the corridors
The sound of corpses
move in bed
Thousands of souls are now waiting, Dysis
For revenge
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Vem är Dysis?
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SOKRATISK TRAGEDI
Poetry❝SOKRATIS TRAGODIA❞ Dessa är de sokratiska tragedierna om hur vi inte kan fly från den skyhöga fasad av rädsla vi skapat.
