Mount Meru - Opium Warlords

Weeping veins

Running to

And fro

Hollow heart

Olmolungring

Let the needle in

House of God

Where is thine mirth?

Veins like rivers

That stream down

The bloody slopes

Of Mount Meru

Microcosmic

Spiral tunnels

Passages

To the broken Earth

Aphro-di-siac

Trembling forms

Faces like mirrors

Sore

Lifeless chambers

Of a pale heart

The temple of

Pretentious «doom»

Broken Earth

Hollow heart

Hollow Earth

Broken heart

Acid rain

Over a love scene

The air is heavy

In the silent room

Pushed too far

Drawn too near

Wounds that bleed

Wounds that heal

Unforgiven

Yet forgotten

Run out of words

In front of you

Alone

At the gates of dying

A grave

Among the trees

Fucked

By the angels of God

Smiling lips

Teeth that grieve

Wild

And violent nights

Of Hierosolyma

If I touch you again

With my shaking hands

Will you accept them?

Run out of words

In front of you

Mount Meru