Laide Salako

Echoes of Teardrops Laide Salako

Fainting hearts, panting for a drop of water, from the dungeon of hopelessness, mercilessness, and ruthlessness, to cure this thirst, that brings gushing surge of teardrops, cascading the eyes that have become weary from still darkness... from emptyful mouths, foaming of epileptic promises, these nocturnal moths lure their preys and with no trace of blood, they devour them with a fine tooth comb, tearing them from limbs to limbs. Who will severe the remnants of their poor souls from these vampires? ...feel the weight, test the texture, check the temperature, the proximity of this supersonic echoes...it will blow your mind!