Into the Suction of Blue
The shapes have been found -Discovered is the course Our figures travel alone -In this sphere we´ve created Me and my brother On crusade to blue suction The suction and the circle In the presense of performance We walk away, hand in hand "Don´t be afraid, my river" Remember those appletrees September... Happy times that passed away Unfilled caskets, I would say You´re laughing, your water´s warm Our rage is now the cause of storm Ooh, he overflows Tomorrow the suction is close No one will drink your water again There will be a time when... ...We´re free!
Submitted by Finntroll — Jun 21, 2026
Primal vacuum, the forces inside Pushing out, whisper within Anxiety art, depression blues The daring, reacher my truths Continuing my time And capturing all that is lost Walking through all walls and shades Of colours I did not know Whitdrawn is the way Whitdrawn in my way... I´m pondering the riddles of my world I´m breathing the symmetry and the depth And I shall withold my consent And I´m never to be seen again...
Submitted by Finntroll — Jun 21, 2026