I'm walking on my own
through my tunnel
Cars wait in line
impatient waves of bright lights
flash through the dark
Do you remember when it was just us
in the jungle?

A dark man asks for my ticket
I show him your picture and move on
Robots cower behind the steering wheel
Repeating one phrase forever
"We'll never get out of here
but you might
and that's the deal"

When a fire breaks out in my tunnel
I'll try and run right through
Ignore the burning
Shake the ashes off my arm.

In here, there's no sun or rain or snow
Just a numb grey glow
I don't want to look back to the past
but sometimes I might.
That's my tunnel
and you're my light.

'Do you feel it, too?' I enquire.
'No, I don't. I'm sorry.'
'That's alright', I reply. 'I can just feel it for the both of us.'

A house painted in white, the colour of peace
Autumn covers its frontyard in leaves
The masses gather and scream
A crackling voice betrays seething beliefs.

It's a lie waiting to be sold to the highest bidder
Honey, everything will get better if we add some glitter
Warning signs covered with election posters
A popularity contest, let's introduce the imposters.

I'm a special kind of candidate
For decades, I've endured all your hate
And those you despise, I know them all by name
But will they ever listen to what I'm saying?

I'm a self-made man just taking care of business
And since I've made it, every day is Christmas
Push their bodies off the pier, this is just a modern witch test
And if the weights make them drown, at least they're gonna ***** less.

This car without breaks is gaining traction
Let's ask the Romans how to stop a chain reaction
Both sides scream
People to the ballots, cast your vote for our very last bastion.
A waste of paper, an American election.

I found you when I strayed too far north
sailed further than it was safe
They warned me, begged me to return
but I had found the sea and left the shore
said goodbye to the days of yore.
With my destination in sight, I could hardly believe my eyes
The sky turned pink, green and violet
I stared at my life through a wide-angle lens.

You graced the night, you made me go blind
A dancing, smiling, breathing light
Your icy thighs
My northern lights.

Then I stepped out of a buzzing fridge
eagerly awaited an exciting new age
couldn't wait to tear off my ****** thorns
But you just made me eat my words
Count my faults
Finished dreams and swallowed thoughts
But who was responsible for all the pictures in my head?
I never chose to be caught in your fishing net.

You graced the night, made me go blind
A dancing, smiling, breathing light
Your icy thighs
My northern lights.

I tried to stay in the desert of snow
but over time, you just grew cold
you stopped shining for me at all
resisted my screams and ignored my calls.
I sailed home and left your frozen paradise
and today, I saw a girl I liked and lifted my heavy eyes.
She was dressed in white, feet all bare
I wonder
What if Jesus Christ had bleached blonde hair?

Turn the tables
tumble through tears
totalitarian thespians trying tired themes
Tanned tenants thrive
trespassing turtles turn towards tornadoes
Tested trees tower tall
tomorrow terrifies Timetraveller Tom.
Again and again
I have to make my choice
between your fiery face and the endless maze
But then I remember
my heart is made up of
a thousand tiny
Belgian Waffles
A thousand tiny Belgian Waffles.

Cinderella smokes
Cinderella stares and exhales
Cinderella what a beautiful girl
memory loss is the salvation I desperately crave
the coin shows heads whichever way you toss
the damp night welcomes me into her arms
the creamy sky, it sighs and sheds a few tears
a tear for you, for me and for what we never used to be
a tear for every night I didn't spend in your bed
a tear for every day where distance grew in confidence
a tear for this crouched shadow hiding from me.

Cinderella's boots maltreat the spare stub
you look spacy while searching for a tree to jiggle
there's no shortage of choice, this forest is all yours
oh, it's all yours tonight
yet all the choices make you feel dizzy
and you sit down on the ground
to smoke a ciggy.

You always liked to read my gaze
guess all those pictures in my head
and watch all those fish floundering in your net
You light another and think about all
the milk cartoons you trashed
you're still squeezing the last drop out of me
wash me down your sink and smile and think
you probably got it all
and you probably did
I end up down your drain and mingle
with your last boy's ***** and your period blood.

Your place to rest is always the kitchen
my place to sleep, it's near your pillow
just six feet under
oh, six feet down I lie and close my eyes.
You believe life's just a laugh
I believe Eros will always get the last laugh
he waits for my desperation to reach boiling point
and then he spreads his wings and flies away
Oh, that's you
spread your wings and fly away.

Your last dream was a plushy ball
your dress was rose gold and my cheeks were just plain red
and your wings
they clung so firmly to your back
Oh, Cinderella, if you want a smoke, just take one of mine
I was born to swindle you, born to lie, born to deceive you
and you were born to never even notice.

The doves come land on the edges of your balcony
you ask for their help and they say yes and I melt
'cause I know the doves have never failed
and you'll see him and you'll smile and I won't be there
and you'll sign on the dotted line
he'll be yours for as long as you desire
and you'll be his for as long as you desire
Thunder roars approval
and from six feet under I wince objections
heard by no one particular.

It's fine for you, you'll sort the peas for 80 years
And I'll drink the sleet and breathe
Stairs of pitch will keep me in this prison underground
Stairs of pitch will discourage you from ever peeking down
Stairs of pitch jam the way to your mind
and you like the fact that your prince will now have to climb the window.

I'll dream of cutting off your toe and your heel
to stop you from ever fleeing me
and then I'll desperately sob
and when I wake up, I'll be six feet down
looking up to you and you'll ask:
'Care for a smoke?'

My icy looks
your icy soul
Inhale and exhale
Inhale and exhale
In - oh, ****
The windmills laugh at me
two at once
The house, the sunshine, the harsh wind
Limited space
horses get lined up
then they get shot.
Eyes meet and hearts part
dark-haired and street smart
"You look at me like I died ten years ago"
you tell me, your voice suave and low
And I thought
****, that was poetic.

It's just one more glass and then I'll jump
in this *****-filled ocean
no worries, I've got my parachute ready
I'll land safely and stay on top for a while
until I had more and more and more
because I want to see what's at the bottom and forget all about the surface
then I lose my grasp, float away and
see the depths of my despair.

You're sad and drunk, too, I know
waiting for someone to come lift you up
telling a blank sheet of paper what he'll look and feel and act like
and when you find him, you leave those times behind you
Will you think about what marriage and Stockholm Syndrome have in common
when you stand at the altar and tell him you love him?
No, I don't think you'll do
you chose this life and it didn't choose you.

Look, I know you'd get ******
because you're better at everything the naked eye can see
that's why they listen to you, but not to me
you're a great fake and I'm a bad original
what can I let you see? More darkness than one could take
a ray of light? I've been waiting since birth, might as well forget about that
Nobody ever said a destroyed building looked beautiful
I've been bombed, hit and hurt, taken apart, forgotten and rotten.

When I write about you, there should be envy
your acclaim, your adulation, the money you earned
the work you put in, it was well worth it
you touched people, reached down to their souls, made them relate
that's your goal, that's why you write, drink and stay up late.
How laudable to write with a goal in mind,
you hear, I think it's great you can give them what they want
It will certainly get you very far in life.

You obsess about every line, write one-sentenced-poems that take hours
because the line gets better, you say
and I ask you: But does it get truer?
You say: You want my advice or not? Your lines sound like
you thought of them and then just typed them in
but what you didn't recognize was
they make no sense at all.
I said: But maybe that's the point.

I start to howl when moonlight shimmers
sharing my dinner with other myopic sinners
Like the street lights, I'm turned on at night
during the day, I merely sleep with my eyes open wide.
Time rattles by like a late train
leaving me in somber ash rain
I'd run away if all signs weren't pointing at you
my brain paints your face in the most beautiful blue.
You never answered any of my questions
I figured it all out, except for one last bastion
'cause one thing still leaves me reeling
Are you really happy in your palace of reason?

When you first saw his chiselled jaw and dark-haired beauty
You told me: “He looks just like the guy from that one old movie!”
You said he was only a friend, but those were bad lies
he had long stolen your heart in a perfect heist.
Now he's conquered you
explored you and he won't ever share you
His black hair and your black heart
when two come together, one falls apart.
It's not how you feel, it's just how you act
and taking him into bed makes you stop being sad
In crystalline sheets and colourful covers
I wonder if love can only exist between lovers.

In class I stare out the window
or look at the girl next to you
thinking “Why can't it be her?
She's pretty, she's fun, she loves sports"
But when you ask me if you look pretty tonight
I'm just lost for words.
You're the most beautiful demon I ever had to battle
When you tell me I'm cute
that's the *** talking to the kettle.

the sea
so different from the sand
yet
go down deep enough
and you'll find
sand at the bottom of the sea.

the sand
so different from the sea
yet
dig deep enough
and you'll discover
water hidden under the sand.

you're so different from me
and I'm different from you
yet
beyond the surface
at our very core
you'll find
me hidden in you
and you in me.

I scream and I dream
I frown and I drown
A sea of melancholy engulfs me
The wave caresses my cheek, then passes by
As I begin to make my way down
I remember what I 'd forgotten
And people appear, crystal clear
Faces I knew
Bodies I touched
Souls I explored
They silently muster what I've become
Hollow features and lifeless limbs
They look like dolls grown up
There are more and more, until I lose count
They encircle me, one desperately tries to speak
Only to be silenced by the sea
Now they grab me by my arms and carry me down
to the bottom of the sea, where my feet touch ice cold ground.

Surrounded by statues of sand
your face lights up this dark place
like it always used to.
A confident gaze, a wry smile
you haven't left for a while
You've been here and I've been somewhere else
we've been in the same state, but never the same place.
You open your mouth and words break out
They sound artificial, like they're from a tape recorder
They echo back at me from everywhere in the sea
“He who travels to the bottom of the sea
Has learned oh so many things
But if he ever goes back up again
all those things he will forget.”
And now here I am
Alive and awake
Pouring cold water over my face
Staring in my bathroom mirror
and it stares back.

Love and peace and all this drivel
Hate and war and damaged people
Sadness, hurt and the eternal clock ticking
And you're the scratch that's badly itching.

And when the universe explodes
Giddy girls drop all their clothes
Stop the grind, enjoy the show
We all live discreetly on death row.

You and I, we didn't meet by chance
Blooming summer forever rejecting winter's advance
Werewolves outrun the sunset in stolen cars
Eyes full of blood and chests full of tar.

Ants crawling over my body form your name
Around you, my hormones form a tidal wave
I'm so far from Tarzan, yet you'll always remain
A velvet mystery named Jane.

I'm sitting in your tiny dark kitchen
You say "Now I'm here and all is well
No need to cry, no reason to dwell."
I say "Stop kidding, sweetie, just look out the door
there's nothing there but your balcony
You may get me out of depression
But you'll never get depression out of me."

Bella was young, Bella was fair
With bilious green eyes and velvet hair
Her face a work of art
Made her creator's eyes squint and fall apart
Bella never let my filthy tongue near her silent heart.

My Bella, she loved nothing more
Than to be a sled one had to grind
Through a desert of white, a sea of ice
He pulled her all over frozen fields, past the last of crystal trees
And then he hid her in the glistering white of nature's eyeball.

For my Bella, I'd always find time to mourn
Addicted to hazy cigar heat and first-degree burns
But dreaded thoughts of her lovely chest freezing to death
Ultimately sent me on the pointless quest
Of searching for Bella in her icy mess.

Bella never saw the dozens of dead dogs
I had to leave by the wayside
She turned to me at the end of this cruel ride
And said: 'George, be careful what you preach
You might be feel cold, but I don't
'Round here, you're looking at nature's peach
And for me, it's right by the beach!'