Даша (danilovna) wrote,
Даша
danilovna

стихи. Coil

Tattooed man

I'm waiting for the crunch of another naked lunch

There's a man lying down in a grave somewhere
With the same tattoos as me
And I love him, I love him, I love him, I love him, I love him

There's a man lying down in a bed somewhere
With a different set of sex aspects
And I hate him, I hate him, I hate him, I hate him, I love...

This is me here now
Pining like a dog, whining like a dog in a thick harbour fog
Waiting for a ship
Making sick
And when the ship comes
In trouble
His trouble will begin

And the church bells chime the colour of wine
And the angels devil fight to snatch back the lost time

And there's a man lying down with a blade somewhere
With the same tattoos as me
And I love him, I love him, I love him, I love him, I love him

There's a man lying down in a bed somewhere
With a different set of sex aspects
And I hate him, I hate him, I hate him, I hate him, I love...

This is the dark age of love
This is the dark age...

And I love him, I love him, I love him, I love him, I love him

There's a man laying down
Somewhere



Fire of the mind

Does death come alone or with eager reinforcements?
Death is centrifugal
Solar and logical
Decadent and symmetrical
Angels are mathematical
Angels are bestial
Man is the animal

The blacker the sun
The darker the dawn
Flashes from the axis
On the hummingway to the stars



и даже молитва

O Lord, save my sinful soul
From local punishment
From the far-away zone
From being frisked
From the tall fence
From the severe prosecutor
From the Devil or from the devil owner
From small rations
From dirty water
From steel handcuffs
From hidden obligations
A cold cell
And short haircuts
Save us from the death penalty
Amen
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