This fear has clothes,
This smile is swords.
I enter the voids
And listen so close
The meaningful words,
The ugly steps of the herds,
And I count the guards
Outside the wards.
And all I’m left with is shiver.
Remember when I died in the river?
I started from pebble and rust,
I felt no lips,
I was covered in rust,
There was only darkness and moisture
And longing for a fixture.
I had time to rummage the words,
Time to get even in my head
And piss my own bed.
I had no reason to be ashamed,
Since it was single and despaired.
I had time to become the broken,
Lost in a pile of ashes and death,
Covered in screams and the ugliest breath
Life has to give you for free and to keep.
Oh god, you are neck deep
In this little child’s game of horror and tremor.
„Have a cup of tea
With me”
She says really
Nonchalantly.
Yet, I know that what I see
Is just bitter loyalty.
She grabs my arm,
And I am just staring
And hoping she can do no harm.
Her life is straight
And poignant
And sublime.
Am I even caring
About mine?
She kisses
Gently,
Then she hisses.
All my reasons plenty
For not missing,
Wanting,
Needing
All the rest that she’s not giving.
Do I really want the pieces?
„Listen, now we really need to talk”.
I can’t stand that mock.
She lets go,
Pretends she cares.
I am left with all the stares,
All the pity in the world,
I feel like I ate a sword.
Preferred content of circly stuff,
I don’t know if I’m enough.
I keep getting my head stuck
Inside in and without buck.
Safety’s not the word to say,
I have nothing, anyway.
I just wish I’d be a dream
And I wish you’d die within.
I don’t know which words are true,
„Baby, baby, I love you”.
This is all just a big lie,
Now stop sticking out my eye.
Floors are wet and floors are hard,
I am ashes. I am lard.
Sing me songs of desperation,
Sing of holy desecration.
Memories of what and where,
Dressed in blood and red despair.
Centerpiece of hate and love,
As below, so is above.
Nude as always comes the cat,
I have nothing in my hat.
Only words and powers not,
On the inside I am rot.
Heavy on the sky with blows,
Hell is something no one knows.
Parted as a one way road,
I am nothing but a toad.
Limelight of words
And witches of worth
Sharing one sword
‘Til the end of the world.
Tears of the rain
Are sharing one pain
And if nothing I gain,
Why do I complain?
The mornings of after
Are nothing but softer
Than words and the muster
Of one killer mother.
Flags out of feathers,
I keep asking the whethers,
And I’m all dressed in leathers
Under the weathers.
Words without bones,
Not written in stones,
Are covers for clones
And easy on tones.
Stars in the dark,
They forgot how to spark.
In this soup of quark,
I’m sailing the ark.