Anaemic Ardency

A drop of bright red paint wets the treads of my awareness

A clambering parasitical where my heart beats stronger

Between the torments and at the brink of the woods

The old ascetic knew the shame

And they proved slayers of themselves

Bloom my hope

A new panacea for life’s anemia’s

An hysterical emulation

Of a random rash of evolution

Dream my son

Don’t lose your ardency, uselessly

An asymmetrical execution

Of the authentic entropic harmony

I buried my passions and virtues there ashes under the sunlight

Waiting for there sentence the merciful cry for the weak

Between the crowd’s silence the faithful walk now in balance

Finding out beyond the abyss an anemic pale twilight

Bloom my hope

A new panacea for life’s anemia’s

An hysterical emulation

Of a random rash of evolution

Dream my son

Don’t lose your ardency, uselessly

An asymmetrical execution

Of the authentic entropic harmony

Bloom my hope

A new panacea for life’s anemia’s

An hysterical emulation

Of a random rash of evolution

Dream my son

Don’t lose your ardency, uselessly

An asymmetrical execution

Of the authentic entropic harmony