Oracular

[ameutes]

I see myself covered in dust of the dusk
My hands are wrinkled and pores're all black
Golden hair turned colorless grey
and they know best how to misbehave
My tummy lays on previous summer days
reminds of a greediness and present decay

I wish I could smile
but it it's only the tongue which used to be straighten up to the sky
It's seeking the sweetness of golden sun rye
but only can witness so bitter moon's lie..

Oh wait, please, don't come so soon my lonely days!
I want to believe in prolonging delays.
Wind, please, don't blow through crystals of bones
stop drying my eyes, stop scratching my scalp

Please stop the time just for a while!
To taste the softness of cherrie's ripe
To smell blossoms of the first kiss
To touch an adventure, to swollow a beat

I need my nails back
To scratch corpses of lack
To pill death who is retaiking my smell
To rip off those marvelous strokes
which gracefully raped the chance of rebirth

May I have sharp teeth back!
To bite the fruit of shameless sin
to check if blood went through my lips
I need my teeth to steal your wings
so I could fly above the time
And sing the songs of harmless love