death has its own pleasures by bobnickmad, literature
Literature
death has its own pleasures
I'm taking pearls from the mouths
of decapitated heads,
I'm stealing drops of light from the eyes
of those not dead yet,
I'm wasting the grains of time in the hot winds
of some diseased, deserted place,
I'm changing the direction of vessels full of hope
towards abysses of non-existence
The Devil slips his tongue only in the purest of waters
The Angels carry the weight of the world on their wings
The Devil's burden was greater than others
death has its own pleasures by bobnickmad, literature
Literature
death has its own pleasures
I'm taking pearls from the mouths
of decapitated heads,
I'm stealing drops of light from the eyes
of those not dead yet,
I'm wasting the grains of time in the hot winds
of some diseased, deserted place,
I'm changing the direction of vessels full of hope
towards abysses of non-existence
The Devil slips his tongue only in the purest of waters
The Angels carry the weight of the world on their wings
The Devil's burden was greater than others