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Demons Of Buried Joys

from Herbo Dou Diable by Morthem Vlade Art

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DEMONS OF BURIED JOYS

The smell that pervades the room
thickening as sleep overcomes me.
My eyes are closed and I feel
fingers so fine slide on my lips
and penetrate my ears
until they touch the rotten fruit.

Another self sits astride my breast
insulting me while a sticky liquid
dripping from his mouth gets into all my orifices.

I' m thrown in foetal weightlessness
but don't find in it warmth and security
peculiar to the womb.

Frightened, I move in a forgetting space
where demons of buried joys
tempt my sorrow.

I pass your corpse drifting with the flow
of my thoughts and cruelly regret
not having used absence as a driving force.
It would be so exciting to turn sadness
into absolute love of life
and honour the void through forgiveness.

As the child plunges into sleep
I envy the sweetness
and this perfect silence of soul.

Ar' ayan em asyer ar' exile

Emmanuell.D / SACEM Publishing.

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from Herbo Dou Diable, released February 19, 1998
music: Gregg Anthe
words: Emmanuell.D

ⓒ + ⓟ Antonn Records, 1998. All rights reserved.

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