My bones are turning
dry,
       breaking,
on the silver rope.
My flesh decaying
dry,
       cells,
blackened dirt.
Foul meat
drops,
        beneath,
the hounds hungered long.

An open window clears,
outside, the rain appears,
but this pair of glowing eyes
like spears, begin to pierce.

Three children playing in the
rain,
they laugh, they smile,
they share their pain...
...where did those summer
days go?

...Away, as time flies away,
the leaves begin to fall
the street, covers by rain.
Two silhouettes - in joy
they walk.

For hours lasts this walk,
the lonely street, they fill
with talk.
He whispers in her ear...

Then passion strikes the ground,
a kiss, like thunder,
deafens every sound.
A face, familiar -
reappears.

Two feet, splash in the
rain,
two hearts are one,
one waits, in vain.
This lonely tear
drops on the dirt...

Fists, covered now
in blood,
painting the wall,
with screams and calls...
...the darkest thought
remains.

Hate, shrouds the raging
mind.
Hate for this love,
hate, whispers from above,
it's chains - begin to bind.

An open window locks,
the rain has stopped,
the silence mocks.
Those eyes, as always-
fierce,
they pierce with hate,
yet fill with tears...

I'm a wounded animal
dragging its fur across the ground,
through all my bloodsoaked battles
I wait to be put down.

The rain is tapping fast
fast onto the glass
yesterday is past
and dreams don't ever last.

I wake up nevertheless
yet something feels so strange
a warmth beside me rests
and there - a sleeping face.

I kiss its forehead lightly
as to not break the seal
laying my head again
pretending it's all real.

The rain, still tapping fast
fast onto the glass
yesterday is past
alas, dreams will never last.

nobody will ask me anyway
but I don't care
that's all I have to say
I don't even want to rhyme
or
think of cliche metaphors
after all
I'm what I used to hate nowadays
a pity to lose your soul
I just don't care
nobody will ask
but that's all I have to say

Indoors again in this summer day
the warmest of winds violently blows
and peaceful memories, remind me of May
painting the image
of ashes and snow.

Ashes and snow,
the Spring was my Fall,
bullet shaped snowflakes
shoot through my view,
and splatter my heart
staining the wall
leaving a messege -
"I'll always love you..."

You'll be


            in black


                with stars


                 around

                  your waist

                 the night

                hidden in
               its dress
              reveals
             itself
            before
           me.
  
        ~  ~  ~
      
      My hands
     are moving
    slowly
  the universe

ever expanding

  feeling warm

    in my grasp


       I hold


            it


              tightly.


                ~  ~  ~


              Candlesticks
          ­  

             are glowing,

    
            slightly


         small suns

        flicker

       about

       they light
        two dots
          in the distance
           somewhere
         far away.


        ~  ~  ~

      Losing sight
     of the day
     lasting
     now
    and on
   for
  eternity

you'll be
          
in black

  with stars

              
    around


       your
              

          waist.

A special oath
tick-tock
witten on note
tick-tock
it's twelve o'clock
tick-tock
the room is locked
tick-tock
a special letter
tick-tock
for someone holy
tick-tock
from something lowly
tick-tock
it's twelve o'clock
tick-tock
heavy breaths
tick-tock
my heartbeats race
tick-tock
but why does
silence
tick,
and violence
seems to
tock,
please make
it
tick
solid
crimson
morbid
streams
tock
growling
tight
gra­sp
tick
hanging
high
tock
above
tick
the hollow
tick
rope
tick
please
tick
tick

tick

t i c k





stop.

Anger keeps me up at night.
Anger, shrouding every light,
depriving me of my own right,
to dream for you across my bed.

So long as I'm awake at 3.
So long as you're away from me,
for all I have is what I see.
Alone, my pillow wraps my head.

I shake again, against my will,
my mind can't see beyond the hill,
a mist is hiding - that's what I feel,
and all in love - are living dead

Because love is joy,
and love is cruel.
Love is true to just a few,
and love is what makes me a fool.

The morning comes and I'm awake,
the anger goes, the silence breaks.
For even if my heart they take,
I stand right here, with no tears shed.

Words come out
not at my will
sometimes they even fade
but when I catch
a feather once
my muse will guide the way.
So - inspire me!
Inspire me!
Inspire my free choice,
inspire me and I promise you,
I'll listen to your voice.
And even when
the light begins
to fade away and flee,
I know that if
I finish it
my work will stay,
with me.

Flowers are blooming
a sight to be seen
on the day we were born

Flowers are glooming
with passing of ages
it's time now to mourne

Flowers are crying
in tears of regret
for the words never said

Flowers are dying
down with the coffin
in a dead man's bouquet

Eternity is trying to make the most out of a single moment.
And in that moment, you were eternity.

I bite off rotten apples
just to have a taste,
of all the the waste
shoved down my throat.

Two years look like an eternity
when looked at from these two eyes
and in two years, maybe,
I'll be looking at two eternities.

My house is so empty
it's empty again
and I've been trying to do
as much as I can
but no matter the work
I still need my two hands
just to be with you
just to hold you
just to be what I am

And I don't need to tell you
how I'm not okay
And you don't need to know
how I hate everyday
And I don't need to tell you
you'll know anyway
Because you just see
right through me
and you know what to say

And I'll miss every second
I'll be counting down
I'll be watching closely
just to see you around
I'll miss your soft touch
on my rough skin, so now
just relax
and keep silent
don't make any sound.

Laughingly the fool is pouncing, dancing to his sound
making fun of everyone and everything around.

He must be so happy
look at his dumb smile
finding funny things that
seem so off and vile.

But he's not fooling me
I have seen his grin
thinning down into a frown
I've seen him, I've seen him...

Some nights I have even heard
strangely familiar cries
seems to me like something normal
and not a big surprise.

Silently the fool still laughs
in his final call
maybe that's just all he had
to show us after all.

I'll try to keep it simple
usually I don't
and hide behind a front
of words I have no hold of

Hi how are you
funnily I'm asking a question
from an album I like
but my question stays true

We don't talk like we used to
before I was alone
and writing this along
I really care for you

You know, you don't have to answer
just show me that you're there
show me that you care
but silence is fine too, I guess

I guess that more or less
maybe we'll meet again
but until then -

Replace my warm heart
with a cold edged blade
there's a hole torn apart
where the heart was once laid.

I know a guy, who knows a guy
who maybe ruined the first guy's life.

Fondly I remember the times
when one cigarette was not a crime.

When one was considered just a gift
and packs were too much for you to pick.

When all we ever did was drink
and poured it all on our sinking ship.

When it was cool and dope to try
pills and **** for the first time.

As long as the feeling kept you high
the downward spiral seemed like a lie.

The constant let-downs didn't help as well
I know, because I've been through that hell.

In the end, it's all the same
alcohol and drugs only fade away.

And that guy which the first guy knows
might not be a guy at all.

It's an obsession that gets too real
and hardly ever heals.

But still I haven't lost all hope...
...because no matter how hard it is
I
can
never
let myself
see you go
the path you are
headed to.

Silently, my steps are creaking
in the dimming light at sight
and the dark is slowly speaking
from engravings in the night.

As to what are we, what do we
live for - for what to achieve?
Are we here to fight for freedom,
or to simply make believe?
Are we here to just be born
grow up, pass through puberty
grow old, poor and still unknowing
stating: "that's just life for me..."
"That's just life for me"-
a giant flash with all it's stakes
so live it like driving a car
and race through life without the brakes.
Pass everything: your friends, your kids,
your marriage, even those late night shifts.
Don't ever stop! Full speed ahead!
After all, life is the greatest of gifts...
Don't stop to think! You're number one!
The loser gets the second place!
And even so, as time goes on
these legs will reach the rusty brakes,
but they won't work, and in a flash
all life you had will skip your head.
Moments later - crash! The car then hits.
The race goes on, yet you lay dead.
Now you're a corpse inside a coffin
your body, like the wheel - it spins.
the race goes on, but in the end
the dirt is still the one who wins.

Silently, my steps are fading
far away from human sight
darkness falls on the engravings,
in this lonely, soulless night.

I'm living the dream,
inside a reality of a dream
I wake up, force myself to live, sleep
and repeat.

Day and night again
I see, and hear, and feel
even in my pen
I know that you are real.

My heart writes, not my hand
its beating paints the sheets
and warmth begins to spread
when both of our hands meet.

Your skin, fragile and soft
my skin, thickened and rough
the times they gently touch
I never get enough.

Night and day again
I see, and hear, and feel
the softness of your voice
the eyes that keep me sealed.

Moon at peace
I'd like to reach
your song
that has no words

These words that I combine
are always in a fuss
not always do they rhyme
but one of you is reading this
and I'm past the point
where
you could walk all over me.

I hear notes again
time and time again, after every major event,
when will I truly learn?

The year
  I fear,
  the month
   still tears me
    the week
     is my weakness
      these days
       I'm listless
        and every hour
         I'm being devoured
          by every minute
           and second
            of hundredth
              sadness.

Before I fall asleep
let's make it very clear,
the reason's not in you...
it's me you have to fear.

Before you read this letter
I'll hide it somewhere safe
away, it will be better
with lies I like to bathe...

Before you run away
and follow in their steps
I'll show you something dear
so come with me and let's...

Let's see what's hidden here
let's see, but you just can't
because it's pain and tears
with darkest of intents.

You now know everything
and don't you dare to frown,
because these feelings hurt
and all they do
is weigh me down...

I pick the pen
then drop it again
and again and
aga

Behind dropped curtains roads lay
where automobiles ride
and day and night they pass by,
but a blind man I am,
sound only pierces through
into a graveyard
grey fills my room.

I crawl alone between
the guts that spawned me once
what wondrous sights twist
turn behind          lungs hollow
screech and swallow fingernails
burst
open chests, crimson lakes flow
heads follow, rolling on train rails
small creatures, critters, in litter jitter,
buzzing in my ears-
what's this? The sudden plague appears,
Rats! **** them as they near. I yell:
'Oh mother, please, push me through the womb! - succumbed, I numb my senses.

Many men came to this land to test the faith that guides their hand,
their holy father stands high above
straps our merry troupe onto wood chairs.
Three days and nights, yet still they stand
fluids mix under their seats - the smell of sweet release and a finale closes
flies flock outwards all eyes above.

Drums beat again, retreat - absurd.
War roars, clashing steel and swords.
On top - the mountain cries, run, run
it warns, run red - ground to dirt;
amidst the battlefield
a mouse -
hidden with the dead, observe.
He raises            cautiously           slowly
'Halt!'
'Where are you headed rat?'.
Chased on the rocks, no way, no saviour awaits.
A sting then hit - the stink of **** but faded, persuaded by horrific dread..
it picked a rock and smashed his chasers'
head.
Rattle, rattle little bones, pieces of mind cover the boulder, one by one drop-
drip on the shocked grimace.

Menacing nether realms corrupt
bend, curve physical matter
through all the pain, disguist and guts
shattered be the particles, atoms
left inside a whole black cylinder
to be transported in another universe as dust.

Worried blinking disrupts the dream,
smell of lavender flows in gust
yet still I am
strapped,
in this greyish land
awaiting tempting doom.

I tap the screen and watch a clock
tiny 0's and 1's
1 PM passed, tiny taps click from my pen
oh, how I wish it would go through
the ethmoid bone in my brain.