dwelling in a bathtub full of ember
skin, transparent like a plastic raincoat
max' core is a cage, his mouth like a cave
tags are scratched into his hands
he is walking over liquid letters, since
doctors replaced his blood with milk
cats are drinking from his open wounds
max is asking the mirror:
who could i be?
who do i want to be?
what will i become?
who am i now?
his memories are windows
the head is mutating, it will explode
thoughts are gobbling thoughts
wishes **** other wishes
the young max longed to be old
the old max wants to be young
a life, hidden in a purple casket
secrets drive each of his moves
addicted to the white magic of death
self-destructive, not trustworthy
he exchanged his kids against trance
sirens are singing songs of oblivion
take him away from this journey
trapped is he in placelessness
he became the thing he dreaded
nightmares are haunting his dignity
will his actions turn into an epitaph?
a funeral, under the heaven of his skin
Dec 14, 2020
Dec 14, 2020 at 7:58 AM UTC
dwelling in a bathtub full of ember
skin, transparent like a plastic raincoat
max' core is a cage, his mouth like a cave
tags are scratched into his hands
he is walking over liquid letters, since
doctors replaced his blood with milk
cats are drinking from his open wounds
max is asking the mirror:
who could i be?
who do i want to be?
what will i become?
who am i now?
his memories are windows
the head is mutating, it will explode
thoughts are gobbling thoughts
wishes **** other wishes
the young max longed to be old
the old max wants to be young
a life, hidden in a purple casket
secrets drive each of his moves
addicted to the white magic of death
self-destructive, not trustworthy
he exchanged his kids against trance
sirens are singing songs of oblivion
take him away from this journey
trapped is he in placelessness
he became the thing he dreaded
nightmares are haunting his dignity
will his actions turn into an epitaph?
a funeral, under the heaven of his skin
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