Deep in my mind,
where i search for wine,
to drink and laugh ,
like a mad man with a face of god,
my demons are fetching,
out of the coast , i set it ,
Ugly beauty
becoming our new doctrine ,
winds over flooded ,
visions never perfect
i can hear the rage of this man in my head,
he craves for perfection and incur to depression,
its odious to be happily sober,
merrily focus,
his brownish mirror,
a blur subject in hell and in peace .