The tracks end here
yet there are people sleeping in the carriage
it is a fearful sight
but I must not be disparaged

The men have beards to their chests
the women have sagging *******
how long have they been here
in this perpetual stance of hibernation

Every now and then one wakes and screams
no life no freedom does it seem
the active androids do sedate them as they wake
it's a terrible place to be with fear I shake

Just tea and biscuits once a year
that's what they get without a fear
this is a DNA keeper
for these terminal sleepers


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

They had to make it
it was about time
everyone being immortal
was getting way out of line

So they drew up plans
to make death come to man
tirelessly they worked
putting time on the blueprints

Labs were working overtime
many did feel strained whilst they refined
this was going to be the biggy
they could not wait to unleash it on cities

When all was complete
all did meet and greet
all was completed very well
now they did release on Earth hell


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

They are like commandos these sheep
rolling over the cattle grid
I don't know why they do it
there is nothing on the other side of the road

No greener pastures
no future here in these lands
for there are sheep here
with their rams and lambs

Come back if you can
but I think it's too late. I don't kid
never I think you will roll
back over the cattle grid


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

It was one of those summer nights
where I would be dancing to dawn
I thought I had spilled my claret
but no, there was blood on the dancefloor

I continued to dance looking around
to see who was bleeding
someone was well messed up
and I just wanted to help them

Then by the speakers by the mirror
I glanced at my wrists to see it was me
the one that was bleeding tragic
I had cut myself in sadness that day

I just keep dancing to the beat
taking deep deep breaths
for as a manic depressive
I love playing with death


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

The snow had been falling hard in Vermont
it was Christmas eve and eerily quiet
we had built five snow right by our hut

One of my friends said as he looked out of the window
that he could see something strange at the treeline
I said hey cool it man it's ****** Christmas time

I made some coffee for some and others eggnog
we sat there at the fireplace
telling scary stories at a vast pace

Then we heard something out of the ordinary
something was scratching on the hut roof
we looked at each other with fear and some looked aloof

I said, one of us has to go outside
who would like to have a spy
they all said nothing so it was up to me

I got up and went to the door
and tentatively at the hut door, I pawed
slowly I opened it and walked outside

Moving back facing the hut
I looked up and what did I see
it was father Christmas planting a Christmas tree

He was ****** as a ****
his raindeers were like a ******* art
blood was everywhere

He grinned and waved at me
with blood on his not soo white beard, he said
Happy ****** Christmas!


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

She was called the black widow
she could bastardize many
her skin was nearly metallic
and her spawn she did protect

Cold as the arctic winds
jealous and cruel as the midday desert sun
with the art to rip people apart
her evilness was her sweet art

Most that have met her could only surrender
many never came back from the first greeting
the ones that did come back
were never the same again

Some tried to tame her
twanging on her web
yet most that did
were eaten and the others more than dead

Leave her with her *******
that was the command
keep your sweet distance
from her heartless wicked lands


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Late at night when I was a child
the visitors would come to visit me
I thought it was a dream
these people all dressed in green

From the bed, I would rise
then descend the stairs
and to the backdoor, I would go
I could hear them calling me

They would ask me to unlock the door
they wanted me to come out and play
I always did what they asked
then out there in the garden, I would stay

They taught me how to fly out of the world
they even put things in my body
they told me
later in life, they would become handy

I remember their insignias on their clothing
it was a badge that was silver and looked like Saturn
for years they did come to take me out to play

The last time I saw them
they said they would come back one day


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris