Is it a scrabble or a sound? Is it a rope that ties you to the ground? Is it an image of a lost internal link? Is it the weariness that makes eyes blink? …What is it like to have a head that thinks? What if thoughts are there all along, and this head is just not strong to
Drink to cutting a piece Drink to the almighty kiss Drink to taking a piss For I drink to silence and peace! There’s never been an “after” before There’s never an everlasting or evermore There’s never been a safe shore For there’s no need for anything more. Conquer the Heaven and Hell Conquer the hand that’s been dealt Conquer
With a weak and drowsy head limbs still sleepy, almost dead, I woke up in a silent winter day and at once decided inside to stay. Bored I mourned my blemish soul, so eager to fly like a helpless fowl… The ache of burning memory flashes turned my emotions into ember ashes. In sour madness, my mind was gone,
Good night, goodnight, my little knight, my dear knight of dreams or so it seems… “What will happen now?” “No, don’t frown…” I say: “Good night, goodnight now there’s no creature to fight..” You saw thousands of eyes that were so tired they died Your reality is now gone, what’s left is an ugly gray stone… At dawn when
I close my eyes Everything lies you open your eyes Everything dies The Ego is gone Stone over stone Death dries up the tears She doesn’t wear heels Whispers in the left ear “Here… here…” She washes and heals Death burns up the fears But it’s all lies, just lies… Born with similar lives No one belongs Keeping chins