It’s just fucking booze
Swelling, sweating, oozing
From every dauntless pore
Dreaming fluorescent lights
That softly drag like the swooning
Vagrants, postulating infinity,
While their veins fill up with poison.
Harder still would be to dream of love
Among such lucid beasts, beset
By the darkening night.
She sparkled as she moved
Like a crooning crystal statue in motion
With degenerate fire smoldering
In such soft eyes, belying a starlet’s
Passion with blooming remorse.
That stolen smile, flashes like newspaper,
Fly’s, through alleyways under bridges,
Soiled on its way by filth and
(via evolvinginflame)Posted 5 days ago
Colors: Between Black en Grey
I saw a short film today
Nine seconds, black en grey
One person walking, into
Definitive stride, alone with purpose
And then perched
A black widow without web
And just as she came,
She went away.
Glorious and unnatural,
Settled into the strange,
Then just walked away.
According to Toshiya, the name “Dir En Grey” was chosen because it “sounded right,” and is composed of words from several languages, so that people would not be able to attach a specific meaning to it other than the band’s name itself.
(via evolvinginflame)Posted 2 weeks ago