THE ENTRANCE

The Hell has slapped my noble face
Blue blood ran over the mouth of mine
And here I kneel
Scared to the Death
Oh,
Miss me please
Oh,
Do not kiss…

I’ve slipped through some hands yesterday
Palms…
Who was there to touch my body?
Him…
Who was there to pour my wine?
I failed to fade
There is no body...

The Hell looks empty
And bare like Hell
It smells the rust and berries
The airiest spirits steal by corridor’s way
And mount the wall to reach Gods’ heel
They prey on prayers
Touch can not heal

The wall like gold inviting flickers
Faking the freckles on his body
Tastes like blood of thousand Men
Alive
Deceased
Those Barely Buried
Every disease they proudly carry
And each of them
Invites for Feast
The Tables burst with grapes
Wine’s dripping…

I though refuse
I though won’t go
Man’s dried blood lies
The Feast has died

I whistle at my Guardian Raven
His vast proud wing swings to reveal
The backdoor entrance to the Heaven…