Chiara Bogner - Railroad

a pointed view in front of this clouds,
faster faster away from this incredible home
come on this undone vision of clueless intelligent,

on this thoughtless fear from this unborn life,
an circle on the way of forbidden preaching,
bleeding like a stoned pimp an the last highway.

could I stand it? would I leave to the last town.
crystal sculls are visiting me in a clear foreseen taste
crapy minds, helpless lines, just to hold on

this silver strings try to follow to the other dawn,
dust fills my inner self, restless hunted
honored on this frozen flight,

Chiara Bogner

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