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by Tuomas Mäkelä | |
Published on: Aug 8, 2007 | |
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Type: Poetry | |
https://www.tigweb.org/express/panorama/article.html?ContentID=15453 | |
This empty room has no windows This empty room has no doors This empty room has two keyholes And the keys are yours Face all this cruelty, face all this death Make worse the things the demons said (the demons said...) This naked corpse has no eyelids This naked corpse has no teeth This naked corpse has a language That only you can speak Face all this cruelty, face all this death Make worse the things the angels said Falling down and breaking I think my heart is aching Just because of the fact, it seems Taking back the paintings that they paint I never claimed to be a saint A dream that has been used (the angels said...) This fading light does not glimmer This fading light does not shine This fading light only flickers like flame Let my sins be thine Oh, be there forever Oh, be there forever Oh, be there forever for me Remain in my head, speak with the dead Speak with the dead... Falling down and breaking I think my heart is aching Just because of the fact, it seems Taking back the paintings that they paint I never claimed to be a saint A dream that has been used Falling down and breaking I think my heart is aching Just because of the fact, it seems Taking back the paintings that they paint My heart remains a taint Dispose of the Dream Dispose of the Dream Dispose of the Dream That is me « return. |