The zeugma of the death.

1. The beautiful zombie.

At the end of the Abyss,
I found a home.

She is a hungry goddess.

Thru her lips,
my voice is a siren,
calling,
the lost souls.


2. The Cripples.

All the men are
the omnipotent model
amputated of a number
of possibilities.

The personality
is the set
of the mutilations.


3. The Atomic Jail.

The freethinkers
crawl
as worms
at the surface of the earth.


If an electron penetrates the atomic nucleus

Is it a fertilization ?


4. The Undead.

The Undead and the living-dead
join together
to dance at the wedding
of the both worlds.

They are the hyphen.

The link.

The only way.


5. The Zingaros of the soul.

Moon dust people
gatekeepers
neither sorrow nor joy
they sing the hope
for conceal the secret.


6. The illusion of the travel.

The reflection is like the surf
Which brings us back our replicas.

We generate It,
It regenerate us.

Ad eternam.

We let us carry away
by the reflection.

We always come back to
the same beach.


7. The lost souls.

''The people which have their last ...

I spent my whole life
blindfolded
waiting for the coup de grace.

I decline to lower my headband,
because I know that I would find,
the coup de grace already past
I'm walking dead.

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