Weary dusk upon my joy,
On a flower made of lead.
I can’t see it,can’t destroy,
Then I wake up in my bed.
Bright,sharp nails piercing my skin,
Cleansing ritual for some.
As I feel my blood is
I am Jack’s unrepenting rage.
Jack is a hack
And I’m through acting on his stage.
I
I am Jack’s revolted astuteness.
Without me
Jack would be clueless.
I
I am Jack’s weakened
Lakes of tar beneath my feet,
Blazing lights cutting the sky.
While I see my willow weep,
In my mind I want to die.
I am carried by the wind,
Feel and taste are distant past.
No more love or
The cat sat on the mat.
And doing so he started athinking,
Pondering and wondering:
„Why did he have to be a cat?”
He saw no logic in that.
A tiger he wanted to be,
To roam wild and be
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