Gavino Mariano Mura - The Books Of Hell

One more stroke of fear to start
Provoking all those vacuous eyes
Disdain is just a simple matter
Of self-preservation

Watch them as they lose control
Display what they conceal and
Tell yourself the choice you made
Was not dictated by your fate

Was it a ghost that quoted Yeats
And mentioned Strindberg
To fix the blame
This bathroom wall's all that remains
Of what's been written
Throughout the ages

Hell's a place I'm getting used to
A cesspool of mediocre brutes
I claimed I was the blessed one
Well, it's bliss that dragged me down

But after all, I can't complain
I've got some books of poems and plays
And, yeah, the amusement's gone but, still
Their fundamental truth remains

Was it a ghost that quoted Yeats
And mentioned Strindberg
To fix the blame
This bathroom wall's all that remains
Of what's been written
Throughout the ages

Written by:
Gavino Mura

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