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.'

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.

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.

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.

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.