i summon and conquer your dreammind
with ghosts of aborted foetuses
and we rampage through the corridors
of your indoctrinations.
knock on the doors and you answer
with your deadmind ex nihilo,
manifestations of deeper fetishes,
like the one where you
want to fuckkids and have that power
because you have nothing.
your life is nothing but a bookend
waiting to fall off the shelf.


*n u drag ur naked body thru the blood n the glory of a fight that still has some losing left in it. u lick away ur bruzes n sleep in catatonia coz ur mind fuckedya. had enough but it was pillory n stocks n u swim on the back of a nightterror. still u drag that useless body thru gravel n rocks n icecold water, washing off the dust n the silt n the beggared belief of the siren call of a dream u had when u was young but now its gone n ur left grasping at the pebble of a memory that was once a mighty boulder but time has weathered m worn its face n peeled away all the best parts until now it is smooth n useless n small, an insignificant little morselpiece of what it once was, and u turn it round in ur hand n bury it in the silt.

Honestly time has been ticking it was filing for crime. 
Awareness finally hit me, alone scares us.
Luxury is living nearby, knowing you'll get my high.
Admirable brownish eyes covered with purple skies.

We're the two bodies in one soul they talk about.
Hold my hand, during storms  I promise I'll find the shore.
I'll be your shelter in this cold.
Dig deep down you'll find emeralds and gold

Lets meet again in a faraway land
Stolen from his arms, yet you're safe with me
Laughs and kisses isn't what may seem
I love you dearly, please don't scream.

Drops of water from the sky, the type that angers you
Now is rain without the rainbow in the end
Now is rain without the scent
Now is the rain that angers me too

Wake me up from this nightterror dream
Eyes open to dances and weird faces made on small screens
Eyes open to smiles and songs you sing
Don't you realise the happiness that you bring

By: Zoulaikha