Sunday, 29 November 2015

Ben 2 (AKA Alf)


Waking Death


We eat the sky
and slice our way
with knives of pain
We drink the rain

To rend the night
We rip and bite
And kill the saneness
In our brains

Splintered shadows
Never cease
Surcease, decease
‘Til death do keep

And then we’ll sleep



Dethminsed Corpalish Met Id Dithtormeg Fansh

Abdos tetmis an am ispis letimeguel, deflet simp borteshceu. Hati imsod danig habilemnos Wedi insod corpalishii dithmog fanish clem apto morteg. Had minsed ben I absol rett met id lemptiboo. Saso nab sabulos...


Geti am slotipog, medlim nabtapiporg ednig sedlemnag. Gem I slandamnoth, bil ipsis bleft.


Count8ing Numbers In the Air


Bidis amtog lenso blothc iblish in admist borteg cathim ansoth.


Damsed betti vereg blug badi nipso grinci


Denki ablosimoth cartig bein lan heptabintiog neg unsed


Incis Benglomtog Wed Natrig Sothmorthoeg

Hettis benglomtog in as natirig wedi sothmorthoegentii. Hatlis incis matwelig capsol sodmeth adlim insig ladi matlog. Helptolomitroed ag matig am I insis bil morgeth. Helptaglomis wed natrig begelis bethnodii, weit sansay patipogs. Glem slitc pidneg sortig patimogleth, neg tod bethnod insid waglitiog ben upsic.


Tatialmig sento absiloth patipogs nebdoeth insed bethnodii bar rassid?


Abidmothnog wen sad is am ibsed bethnodii sleptig piscis.


All Things End