Luyện nghe bài hát Tongues

Tongues in me
be the sharp and the vile
Glide my skin
Storm my nerves

I bury the nomad
in the earth
Couldn't exorcise searing
tongues

you say
Yet strikes
In guises
As the viper in our

Tongue, throat,
of the word
And of vision

A monumental of terrors
Throats slit up to stain the
food for the hounds of trauma
Prey to the of stress

No power left to
My stolen
Filtered through the
of death

Flies let be poured
the cupped hands of bedlam

On account of brightness
I made with the word and the moon
Went the tide and left for the sound
Of dead instruments thrown out of

The red patterns,
and even claw
Decoying pandemonic symmetry

Let a dissonant note
In the of the spheres
The streak of in the nuclear sky
These whipping black
Aching to lick me back to

To their truths within me