- Vol. 05
- Chapter 09
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Wheels of time
The wheels of time of this emerald life mounted on the memories and dragged along by our days of gore; they are dragged pushed and pulled with scraped knees and bloodied knuckles we move a little bit more
You whimper cry, groan, with blood-curdling screams as these spokes dig deeper into your spine; and with the tape stuck on its reels you count the moments lost in the ethereal time
Everything has to be in unison every move has to be in lockstep; cause if you miss a beat or it gets stuck with the slightest of folds you can lose a lot more than you can forget
Wheels of time
Those wheels of time are merciless they spare no king, no pauper; those broken memories leave the ashen residue on you fecund hands if you try to hold them any longer
The tape spins, I long for a sweet symphony floating on the backs of a caliginous life; but as the spokes move the pain oozes from my suppurating wounds and I can only hear the phantasmic white noise.