Author Information
Corridor of Darker Days
Folder:
The Voices of Stones
The hell-stones reliving such rancid ideas
Fallen thoughts that shatter into cracks
Falling across faces that glares into dreams
A moment within a moment
The courtyard. Hours laugh mechanically
A pale window’s reflection. The boy is dead
Eyelid’s reveal. The sour tracks of rats
Midnight’s long weave dies in silence. Alone.
Red voices are heard in the black of ink
A killer looks eagerly to the bottomless well
Dangling legs swaying in moonlit alleys
No one sees the hand of the muse.
I love it. this would make a
I love it. this would make a kick ass rock song!
Check out the work of Georg
Check out the work of Georg Trakl himself. he lived and died like like a rockstar :) He had schizophrenia and overdosed on cocaine at 27. But he died in 1914, so I think his work is almost public domain.
Do you remember why we're here?
Hi Kermie
Image master, oh we are humbled
by the weaving. Nice darkness.
Strong imagery. Powerful images.
.
~allets~
11/29/13
1:43p
.
Thank you much Allets. I'm
Thank you much Allets. I'm glad you liked the images. They are glimpses of what I actually saw in the courtyard of Georg Trakl's apartment.
Do you remember why we're here?