I am just like a cat's *****:
Short, but painful.

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Empty space.
Nichts.
Kurac moj.
Nothing.

If only you could speak, but ...
You were alive and you still couldn't,
If only you could feel but you don't,
and you shouldn't.

If only...

You were not so innocent,
you wouldn't be that blind,
To not see that you are bent,
and ****** from behind.

If only...

You were not so proud,
you wouldn't be that head strong,
and you'd find food in the woods,
and the food would find you, it's where we belong.

If only...

You would **** the child,
You would bite the excrument,
That burns you from inside,
and you would be permanent.

You would be free.
Blessed ******,
You'd be me.

The bait is set.
All I do is wait...
For someone to bite,
Waist deep in water, still not wet.
I will go hungry again...tonight.

Wonder what's wrong, the world's unfair.
So many fish in rivers and lakes...
Wonder, Why me? look down in despair,
The fish is all plastic, the scales are all fake.

The rod is tense.
All I do is pull....
All I want is flesh....
The pain is intense...
The fish is a fool.

The world is upside down,
we did not prepare, we would not believe,
That our time will see a fool that wears the crown,
That the jackboot once again stomps the dreams so free,

The sun and moon will drown,
We refuse to see,
Those who we consider brothers,
Will turn on us with righteous frowns,
That they will cover and devour.

The fear is real and now,
Two horsemen are ready, and they are here,
They make us starve, they make us bow,
Until the other two appear.
The world is upside down.

Passing by, just the same,
woods are blue and unforgiving,
The wilderness has no name,
That would be known to the living.

By the mountains proud and tall,
Dare you call the prophecy,
Take a silent, quiet stroll,
And don't bring snow down at me.

Walking up when it pulls down,
The sad truth about gravity,
The abyss is calling now,
The voice of still depravity.

Down the mighty side of her,
Dare you climb the way you came,
One wrong step and little birds,
Will eat you and worms, just the same.

Is it a name of a stripper?
I can't remember,honestly,
although my hands are on the zipper,
they do not belong to me.

Was it a word that rang through the empty hall?
Those moments are gone,
As I hit the wall,
I never had such fun.

Was it the bird that flew by the window,
The room never looked so bright,
Or the sounding of the bent old willow,
Or a cricket in the night?

Oh how easy I forget,
Once so vivid, lively, *****,
Now with echos of regret
It's just empty melancholy,
Once I knew what it meant.
Now just marble and cement.