THE EYESTONE

Written by: George Zamalea

From “The Last Land”

From a burning hell my shell broke free and with it
The parade of vanished angels moving in group
Along the edge of the enormous Galaxies and all of them started to sing:

	I'm the sexier from a given day you will hate
	I'm the uglier from a given day you will kill
	I'm the plotter from a given day you will need
	I'm the freakier from a given day you will love.

So under the obscure curvaceous paths
Where I am unfinished like a beast
I am everywhere and if you do not believe me
Go, go, go to the hottest valley
And take underneath of any rocks
The virgin snake and squeeze her to death
You shall see me dancing with the night.

Could you feel then the strange sensation of the emptiness?
Could you feel the warm blood running heavily through your large fingernails and Palms? Do you like it? Do you feel it?
Do you believe me now that I am a dangerous animal?

	Do you, Idiot?
	Do you, my lovely one? 

	Well, welcome to hell, my dear listeners!
	Welcome to the same ghostly hour
Because there are few men who like it and who love it...
	Just a few of them, my dear hawk!

	Now you will see you are going to vanish
Into your own veins the sweetness of this fleshing 
Explosion that your mind, like a rebirth circle, alone against
The black wall of neither your own desire nor the limitless 
Thoughts of being your haymaker and the final deliver,
	It will make you to see a homo angel
	You are the strong and the sick and the unique.
And again the sound of Evil rebounds freely:

	I'm the sexier from a given day you will hate
	I'm the uglier from a given day you will kill
	I'm the plotter from a given day you will need
	I'm the freakier from a given day you will love.