Remember the sight we saw, my soul, that beautiful, soft summer morning, round a turning in the path, a disgusting carcass on a bed scattered with stones, its legs in the air like a woman in heat, burning and sweating poisons, like a fountain with its rhythmical sobs. I could hear it clearly flowing with a long murmuring sound, but I touch my body in vain to find the wound. I am the vampire of my own heart. One of the great outcasts condemned to eternal laughter who can no longer smile.
Remember the sight we saw, my soul, that beautiful, soft summer morning, round a turning in the path, a disgusting carcass on a bed scattered with stones, its legs in the air like a woman in heat, burning and sweating poisons, like a fountain with its rhythmical sobs. I could hear it clearly flowing with a long murmuring sound, but I touch my body in vain to find the wound. I am the vampire of my own heart. One of the great outcasts condemned to eternal laughter who can no longer smile.
HorizonEW 10 months ago 2