Ruins (Deep Blue And Violet) - Ephel Duath

...And in poor seconds,

the filthy figures surrounding

become obstacles....



Smell of acid thoughts.



Intoxicated eyes,

Madly,

Are you searching for the obscure calm,

But the partial blindness doesn't relieve,

And viscid words are shoves to the fury

My hostile guide.



Memories contribute to mental fall,

Skin refuses to feel.

Hide my mind

From the unconscious desire

Of wound, deep wound.



I drag between a liquid grey and the hole.



Intoxicated eyes,

Madly,

Are you searching for the obscure calm,

But the partial blindness doesn't relieve,

And viscid words are shoves to the fury

My hostile guide.



No way,

By now, there's no way,

And I spit on these ruins.

What silliness....Quiet

... et en quelques secondes,

les sales figures entourant

devenir des obstacles ....



Odeur de pensées acides.



Yeux intoxiqués,

Fou,

Cherchez-vous le calme obscur,

Mais la cécité partielle ne soulage pas,

Et les mots visqueux poussent la fureur

Mon guide hostile.



Les souvenirs contribuent à la chute mentale,

La peau refuse de se sentir.

Cache mon esprit

Du désir inconscient

De blessure, blessure profonde.



Je traîne entre un gris liquide et le trou.



Yeux intoxiqués,

Fou,

Cherchez-vous le calme obscur,

Mais la cécité partielle ne soulage pas,

Et les mots visqueux poussent la fureur

Mon guide hostile.



Pas question,

Maintenant, il n'y a aucun moyen,

Et je crache sur ces ruines.

Quelle bêtise .... Calme