Anaemic Ardency (Ashent)

A drop of bright red paint wets the treads of my awareness A clambering parasitical where my heart beats stronger Between the torments and at the brink of the woods The old ascetic knew the shame And they proved slayers of themselves Bloom my hope A new panacea for life’s anemia’s An hysterical emulation Of a random rash of evolution Dream my son Don’t lose your ardency, uselessly An asymmetrical execution Of the authentic entropic harmony I buried my passions and virtues there ashes under the sunlight Waiting for there sentence the merciful cry for the weak Between the crowd’s silence the faithful walk now in balance Finding out beyond the abyss an anemic pale twilight Bloom my hope A new panacea for life’s anemia’s An hysterical emulation Of a random rash of evolution Dream my son Don’t lose your ardency, uselessly An asymmetrical execution Of the authentic entropic harmony Bloom my hope A new panacea for life’s anemia’s An hysterical emulation Of a random rash of evolution Dream my son Don’t lose your ardency, uselessly An asymmetrical execution Of the authentic entropic harmony