so i stepped outside for a moment
it took some effort getting here
something within was not responding
all pointed somewhere else. back.
and then it hit me
i was laying down on the
so i can die easy, my hands resting on my chest
and all that and all the pretty dresses
gathered around me looking down on me
finally, their little triumph over my life
still. their slim shadows
search lights over the sky
looking into my one good eye
forgetting shape and sound
focusing on vision
ultimate hit ultimate state
alone hidden behind protective covers
enveloping moments in
broken momentum. pause: look back.
re.live the past and breathe-in scent of fog,
forgive and acknowledge defeat. hang around the gutter
and listen to running water, drains and sewer
the devil is sad behind his mask of laughter
he looks to you from behind bills bent in the middle
like the ocean of fear that foregoes a catastrophe;
i once did know that earth has limits and now
monumental mockery \'the wolf stands alone\'
what a cruel joke you laugh like nothing was ever wrong
the bearer of loneliness walks surrounded by lights and night
the passers-by look upon his
dancing kangaroos
wooden tables on rotten
cigarette buds i think
i ought to empty my
stomach content
i’d rather bury the
prancing squirrels
in little coffins of led
to let all the
green glass on drunken tables
shattering in countless voices
all so shallow, all so sullen;
i thought this nightmare would end or reveal the
monstrous shape lying
beyond what they can
touch or
001
this is the empty car park calling
please hold.
press to come back
to see where you are.
no matter how many mistakes
we\'ll always credit you.
this time you have nothing to fear.
the
to consume the void around you. to be afraid constantly. to be with tears in you eyes constantly. for all the beauty, all the meanings, all the truths... lost... lost in this place undefined.
i take
yeah, break away. stop enjoying it and just laugh.
it\'s morning, all the rest can wait, everything else has to begin.
i start writing here.
how is your life today? are you still managing that
and when the music stops
i’ll know the final hour
would have ended. silence
is but a continuation
of the same, in another form.
i do not know, what it has become
and, maybe, i do not care to
this time it’s raining
never seen such a deluge
only the bones make noises
maybe i should begin to feel
sick.
yeah, there’s nothing worth keeping
taking everything when
motionless birds lie
Tomorrow I’m gonna wake
in the vomit of never-was.
The lying walls will no longer be.
So free beneath the
churches spray-painted
by disgust.
Another brick fallen from
the wall, even if
the
the cars run in silence,
along the streets
we come so violent,
all torrents,
spitting out the garbage
we were fed with.
voices sing in my head,
and i don\'t wanna hear,
nothing left but dead
I. Prologue
I keep laughing; once again
on the roof of the mushroom
where unbearable heat withers all colour.
The cemetery snow lies unwalked upon,
all though many ghosts have yet to
there are fewer and fewer
words. to describe. to tell
you the state of my perdition;
i awake in my dream.
you are outside looking for me.
you look at me with eyes blind.
you call for me,
i will attempt suicide,
i will drink the hate
and then spit it out in your face.
i will land near your mind
and then blow it up!
stop this!
nothing will make me
scream more than your
Part one: salvation.
Enchanted in shadow I spill my grief over an unsuspecting world. My dreams are dark and filled with pain; I see no relief, no hope, only violence inflicted upon terrified
I got lost on endless steps.
when porno stars love each other
and tiffany-express served lust,
no other measure of a sphere;
everything comes together. just right,
for the old spinster’s
As Fall runs her stained veil
to the both ends of melancholy’s infinite,
you walk through the trees dying
and grass burning silent,
invisible to another and almost without motion,
with your
i wish i was blank,
empty,
no telephone wire,
no electric bills,
no picnic in the weekend,
a cigarette in the dark, lit,
smoke like poison running through my body,
thoughts rushing like
sometimes i\'d rather let
everything pass right by
like an endless flux
of seemless white and non-colour
emerging from marble dreams
and escaping in flight
ascending to a star
and somehow