18 September 2012
Black shadows upon the face, The earphone veins beat strong in place, All charged with blood, euphoric pulse, A rhythmic heart, its tunes convulse.
A glass of blood, a glass of wine, The breath paints ink across all time, The figure, draped upon the bed, While hearing death and seeing red.
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Earphone Veins • Opuss № I