Plaster is crumbling off the front
Cream-colored in the old days
When good ghosts were governing
In the kingdom
Redly entangled by fires

The kingdom perished
Dry soil remained
Memories in ruins
In the memory of friends
Of lying friends

The voice of a very old woman
Permeates invisible rooms
Ice-blue eyes

I saw the end of the wind
In a hell made of deserts and concrete
Where people only know violence
Shouting the days down
Restlessly running over fenced-in yards
Smashing faces with toasters

This house no longer feels like home
Winners walking among the deceased ones
Doomed to survive
Writing messages on walls

Not for this live
This home
The kingdom

This gotta end
Hell of concrete and deserts
Doesn't feel like home
No kingdom

The blue briefcase made of lead
Is floating in the sky of scent
News are pouring down
The rude ones are in charge
Army of fineliners

Don't ask questions
A gang of children robbed us of
Answers
Like a gold watch from the wrist
In Rio

It's all quiet
Nobody is screaming anymore
Since then life's been sliding down
To the ground
Depth of a lake

Nobody got hurt
Videos of a hail of bombs
Who got hurt?
Chatting about the deceased

Innocence is yawning while running
It lost its face
Blind geriatrics are limping ahead
On the hunt for innocence

Thunder, souls, high water,
Black hearts, thieves of storms,
Fluttering children of the wind,
Breathless on an island of stars,
Cured from all the fears of the world.

Sheltered inside the promise of love.

This promise in the shades of the pines
From the shining of the blue woods
Woods of eyes and ghost lights
Where hundreds are chasing signatures
In the thicket of the last bloodred storm
The planet's cold zone.

Wishes in sectors. Breath made of smoke.
The God in the dawn of the light.
Where years pass by in dreams.
The voice deep inside.
Here I am for the morning of angels.
Land of the morning star.
Will you come with me?
This blanket is a kingdom:
Your silverly sweat is sparkling on it
All mirrors were smashed!

When the mirrors were smashed,
We lifted our hands into the dark,
To ***** for angels.
We found a spell.

The call of the hearts was silent.
Where did the darkness end?
The ground of the blue woods was
Covered with splinters of glass, sweat,
Lights.

Thus the morning was broken.
Morning of angels.

This day is not your friend
This day is an enemy of delusions
Enemy of benevolence
This day steals red swords

The transformation has happened
Secretly apart from the living ones
In the stomach of the pregnant ******
Between the laps of Golem

The river was raging!
So the day would become silent
The river and the day were fighting
Something new evolved from it

A creature of lurid lights
Unknown to all callous people
Others know this creature
At dawn it guzzles words

A wink from the rose of shadows,
From the forgotten for the famous ones,
From the glorious to the filthy,
For the waterfall in space, twinkling
Under the rain of stars.

A wink. Pull it out! Cause the rose
Had withered in the shadow of the
Deceased.

Nothing remained from that day. Just
Lines of quiet memories. Conserved
In a red casket. Protected from extinction.
Embalmed in the blood of the ancients.
A good scent. Cause future, my friends,
Future evolves from the colors of the
Night.

Pain is just a matter of
Sensation
That's why I avoid it
It became a mania.
Mania made of red, restless
Compulsions.

Never sitting quietly.
Not being quiet.
Doing things incessantly,
Encased by the veil of the
Alley.

In the fellowship of the words.
Room of the black safe.

Strange.
This moment is a mutation of
Character — what's gonna happen?

The blinds remain closed to prevent
Straying lights to bother the room.
Besides, the sirens are screaming
On the street; silence has bled out.

It's good as it is.
Not wanting to be someone else
In the fellowship of the words;
Protected in a warm cave.

By the broken tree, split into
Two v-shaped stakes.

She was waving her hands about,
Pointing at me, light burning
Inside her eyes.

She was talking with a voice
That disrupted the sky.
"Walk on over into the bit of
Shade and you'll be saved."

The broken tree was gone.
At its place I got up for a ride
Through a daydream in the desert.
With a skull made of violence.