cold embrace of evening breeze
creeps over the bending trees
scratching the moon - consuming its light
to grant me a curse of sleepless night

the faces in my dreams
blow whispers through my ears
haunted by their screams
these voices i would hear
disturbing murmurs
that breathes within my sleep
crossing borders
as they call out from the deep...

enter the witching hour
unsaved by prayers, they walk this world unseen

warm blood from wounds, it pours
to stain the floor in blending red
a fragrant pool where my sins reflect
flow endless to painful seconds passing
slow, i whispered prayers to a cross
though faith is lost.
falling paralyzed i closed my eyes
drawn to the luring
tunnel light


here below where all journies end
the ****** extend their reach skywards
to touch the unreachable  paradise
chained and hopeless - as angels
cast stones from above,
i payed the last price
two silvers for the ferryman that sails
through the plains of despair
where my soul shall forever drift
seeking for its rest

drowning in caffeine
breathing the nicotine
my blood cant circulate - your love will stimulate.
the ****** of death in **** will simulate
your touch , my need
as we spiral in to sin

separation , depression , paranoia
anxiety - the absence of my sleep
aggression , desperation
toxicity - of a drama we are in
discoloration - i can't control the spin

screams - muted by bitter pills
our dreams - induced by the  acid
capsuled lives - longing self destruction
your embrace - disconnection
release me from what is real

obsession - for what we cannot fix
frustration - for what we can't control
memories - of what we used to be
delusions - of what we could have been
isolation - thoughts of being free
now voices dictate what i should feel
digging through my skin - opening the wounds
put your fingers in

remembering the days when we held
an illusion no drugs could replicate
i can't forget.
exchanging promises of never letting go
was it all in my head?
i can't escape the hole.
i walk the road alone.

every morning,
you write your name on my lips.

fresh from the shower,
eternal record of a return address.

believe or not
writing this words
****** like a
werewolf on the moon
even can't breath
the air you exhale
full of filth and ****
better for who
******* on the sun
i see a blackhole
calling me, no remorse
i need to drink