Always Maybe, perhaps, probably
why can't it be yes or no? only clues
once in a while,a soft word like simply
something i can easily make due.

I don't fear the demons
Nor the black hounds
I fear all the humans
In the past and the present
And the many more to come.

Footsteps in the sand, my only comfort
for every little pleasure, there is pain ten fold
slowly fading, eager for when it all ends
The world, love it or hate it, more or less

in love with life, funny, so little regard for my own
to me the dusk is as beautiful as the dawn
every one on the hunt, for the bigger stag
to build something ,what ever they can stack
looking back, the wind grooming the sand
gazing, as the tracks fade, past, out of hand

Hate you but maybe love you more
still here looking with awe
The pain i see is what i hate you for
The pain i feel? nothing more but a grain of sand

weightless, no tracks in the sand
not looking forward, looking around, not at back
watching childish wind dance with the sand
I don't not exist, therefore i have no demand

Lost in a turmoil, like a ******* painting
anger, hatred, love and lust, all railing
colors go berserk, coming from left and right
searing pain in a three-dog night

Scared and lost ,i watch them come and go
lost in the flow,They said slavery died long ago
The vines leeching their veins, stay awake with me
supposed to be like this? beats me
I'm not even sure if I , Myself, am free
The only thing i know is that i want to be!
Can't find " we" in my vocabulary
Soon, "they" will fade too,
Metamorphosis, A ship sailed by one not even two
one emotion, one number, only one, words, only a few
Enough words, i think, this is my queue.

when you die once,the fear goes away
i feared living and death in the same way
now death is gone, not afraid to live
it's up to you whether mock or believe
i miss that emotion, the fear
feeling being chased from the rear
now that i don't have it it's equal to love
we die to live and live to die

hounds smell blood
sweat shows you are tired
tears show your heart is in a dire
patch your wounds tight
wash your sweat, wash your tears
hounds are coming, wash your fears!