Fears Fears 


Without tears

Horrific Howling 

Crashes the soul

Nobody hears

The death will call 

But not into ears 

A slit in the soul 

Filled with nightmares 

A dry child face 

Balls with no airs 

Fears….. fears 

Weeping with no tears 

The spiders clutch the moments

That move like unknown insects 

On the corpse of the delightful memory… 

Spiders that net between the fingers of a pianist 

On the lips of a poet 

The spiders have found their way to the cities of men 

As the bats invented a dark path in the light


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