Slavery is making a comeback
Nobody seems to mind the setback
The return in democracy
Just fill out the needed bureaucracy
And you too can become aristrocracy

Aristocracy of fake renown
But real blood drips down the gown
Sewn by tiny hands
Childhood drips away like sands
On hollow lands

Polyester,viscose,elastane
Half-hearted activism doesn't banish the bloodstain
Where went all the abolitionists?
It seems we need a lecture on what free volition is
And a demonstration of how embedded abjectness is

Have we ever abolitioned this?
Seems that history books all live in a bliss
Place to place it's either hit or miss
Will we ever get rid of this abiding abyss?
Freedom is just a make-believe kiss

Can you hear the sound of nothing?
Floating over your spine,creeping
It hovers like love
Sings in the sky like a dove

Does nothing fulfill your desires?
Is just the promise enough?
A covenant of screeching tires
And flowers shatteringly though

Will you let me wrap you in it up?
Our bodies hid under the forest floor
Our stomachs filled with death cup
We died without a single sore

Because we'd rather wilt
Than keep our union split
In the fault of knuckles thigtening on the hilt
They,who force their threats to hit



But I want You to know that i would rather die than live without your kiss!

Only in the harshest of heart-aches
You feel the peace over-takes
Like jumping into the deepest of lakes

Over-simply put
You need a suffering input
To clean your lungs of soot

It is a sardonic paradox
Pain plants a backwards Pandora's box
Into the landscape of Nox

All I seem to remember
Are the hollow eyes
Peeking from behind damp walls
Walls dripping with misery and the cold winters day
In a land where no flowers break through the heavy clay
Even though they try their best
The beast always catches them at the stem
Tears the blossoms out in calm rage
The feeling sold by its empty eyes
Like a useless spy
Wandering the streets sick with smoke
And liquor

Under starfull skies
Praying to God for a comet
To yell my wish at:
“Oh,to be more than just a clump of cells and flesh and bones
Patching together my soul
Creating something mine
The only thing I can call so“
Because I know each breach carved with the steady occupation
I could lead your hands into the gaps dug by
My litospheric plates moving
                                                   shifting
                                                                colliding
Far too soon

Now I have forests and mountain ranges
Peeking out of my veins
Spreading the dark ecosystem of my mind
I can feel the frost and the gloom biting trough my skin
The fog covering my every inch

Fangs dangerously close to bones
The only part clean of the parasites
Unlike my tunnel-disrupted skin
The penetrated veins sticking out of it

Slowly decaying away
While my heart fills my leaking body with new blood
Sisyphean effort
The life that goes to waste
But stains the flesh a vibrant red
My half-alive corpse
The only thing radiant on this grey lifeless street

The monster slowly kneels down to my side
Pierces its talon through my bone
Sells me to death
Leaves my core to rot
Defeating its defences like an unknown weapon
Injecting terror into the cold white stuff tangled around my heart
                                                                                     stuck around my veins

It sets me onto fire
Letting its own creation burn
For the sake of its pleasures
As the luscious woods burn to just skeletons and dust
The hollow eyes filling with the shadows of the light
As it snarls
A twisted caricature of a smile