كلمات Anticlimax

'to feel the colour of darkness Caressed by this freezing breeze... nooo!' No reflections from a waterpool Will feed allucinations Art is left to burn on the stake To bestow life into the highest form Experience When meaning is no more possible A different form, it is needed The higher level of perception: The unspeakable! To be dead in an empty page Anticlimax The negative utopia No metaphor will heal The crisis of words Which makes the mind ask for more When words repeat themselves. ...to eternity And meaning is no more possible A different form, it is needed The higher level of perception: The unspeakable! To be death in an empty page Anticlimax The negative utopia of art. Still to be written