Paroles de Cure

Marc Broude

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Love or death?
I'd chose death, it lasts forever
Unlove it lasts forever
The night sky is me, belonging to dreams of nightmares
Moonlight bright as selflessness
Fears that become habit
The chalk of erased words
I've lived a thousand sleeps
Bury me in plains of silent plants
The morning sky is me
I turn to you, hands shake cold and warm
Your dying love wraps the sex of my despair
I'd rather have the emptiness of my want
Auto-erotic, eject my conscious
Under the wild semen of the event
Twisted, a metal coil
Like a dizzy spin
On the axis of hope
Waiting, while creating the future that kills us
Like benzodiazepine in the cock of time
Milk curled smoke
Like a hallelujah
A modicum of blind light
Ambient winds, timekeeping
Dissolving in delirium
Listening to the living clouds
Voices, alien and desperate
Emerge and disappear
Like those winds that visit trees
And die in a hemisphere of silence
Scream to the silence that slowly lulls the earth to sleep
As i talk i have nothing to say
I fled the horizon to study the core
I'm tired of all the signs
Let me sleep in surreal delusion
Let me be like dust
That never had a name
Never spoke a word
Like a universe empty
A cognitive death
A droning silence
An underground seizure
Isolated indifferently