Amesoeurs - Ruines Humaines
A demi-conscient qu’un oeil rongera l’autre
Incessamment d’un relent infectieux,
Réveillé par la douleur lancinante,
Un corps résigné se supprime en silence.
Au coeur des cités mortes
Errent les hommes sans visages
Usant leurs pores cancéreuses
Contre la foule impassible et les parois d’acier;
Un enfer de féraille ensanglantée
Où les êtres se perdent et pourissent;
Identiques rognures que l’on jette puis remplace
Manquantes pour rien ni personne.
(via ruineshumaines)
this. all night long.
M83 - Asterisk
M83 - Graveyard Girl
Death is her boyfriend
She spits on summers and smiles to the night
She collects crowns made of black roses
But her heart is made of bubble gum
Graveyard girl
Dark rags and red stars
She’s the dirty witch of her high school
She worships Satan like a father
But dreams of a sister like Molly Ringwald
“I’m going to jump the walls and run
I wonder if they’ll miss me?
I won’t miss them
The cemetery is my home
I want to be a part of it
Invisible even to the night
Then I’ll read poetry to the stones
Maybe one day I could be one of them
Wise and silent
Waiting for someone to love me
Waiting for someone to kiss me
I’m fifteen years old
And I feel it’s already too late to live
Don’t you?”
I can’t help my love
For graveyard girl
Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea (via depressionparty)
Minimalwahrheiten des Existenzialismus.
(via verblendungszusammenhang)
(Source: the9th)
