Sunday, August 22, 2004


From this door
escapes the smoke
That touched the light
of a living torch
life burned through its fire
boiling veins of violence
crushed the mold of human flesh
It is not a pity he is now dead
rather a pleasure for his soul
He always loved the agony that cursed his fate
now the door has been locked
the edges have been sealed
the windows have been covered shut
No one to enter and no one to leave
Inside is agony inside is pain
men love to try to break in but they always run out frantically
Soon the earth will dust the place
the flame inside will cease its furor
today we know where pain is staying
tomorrow will have to find her once again