Sunset through your eyes
Lowers deeper than dark at 2am
Will you admit?
How long have you also been there?
And I want to know
If sunset rises there with you again
Because sometimes we all show no sign of mercy
From our own made demons invading us
Even if the last ray of us breaks itself
And somehow finds the way to enlighten
The dark you’re in
Will you try again?
And if you get out every morning
I find it hard to kiss all your last fragments
In hope to keep you longer in light
Because while you have been in dark so deep
You have forgotten to wonder where I fall
At the end of day sunrise never catches my eye

Trust yourself
if there was a fight
trust in life
if others want you
to fall
don t listen to what
is bad
have faith in life
trust, to what
is life do what
you like

And peace is a word
that everyone loves
to hear
though sounding double
now soar . Why
infants laugh
underneath?

the human angel
locked it self now
missbelieved life and people
quite few times,
but what is better
than being in trust to
life
without it.
the devil
wants to hold your
hand. Be walking beside.
An claiming, besides?
I saw a movie
our relation and motivation
we are all one, (devil)
this is utterly what you
prefer and like
Having trust to life.

I've always loved disasters.

I was young, of course, I didn't know what it could do to me. They've always dressed up as the calm, but little did I know that they would actually ruin me. It led me to a faraway place, somewhere I didn't know my own existence--just pure nothingness. I lost myself, my own being, and for years I thought I would gain everything, but lost all of it.

And then you came along.

I felt like a blank canvas when you came. I was so caught up with my own emotions that it totally ruined and drained me into nothing. I forgot the feeling of being in love. I've always thought that it was the disaster that defines the feeling of it, but

actually,
it was the calm dressed up as a disaster.

back at home they called me bart and they laughed whenever i'd say the word
jellybeans.


threw up on a bearded hipster gothic hermaphodrite on 2nd wave estrogen and on that
punk rock kick with
a hint of nu-metal

and a tinge of hip hop.

suicided inside the Walmart with one of the leaf-blowers and left the cart pusher to
remove of the carcass
and greeted by a nurse in LA.

haven't lost 33 pounds but am triying
with a steady diet of beans.

pinching my nostrils to look more ethnic.

on the board of racial relations and have received the ID
and now
conducting an interview with a guy in a stone tent in wales next to ****** henge when it reopened last sunday.


you know you're gonna have to go back to work tomorrow
and you're gonna have to put in twice the effort because
Jessica is sensing that you're 'falling behind' and it's essential that you
prove to this firm otherwise and pick up the slack
so these numbers don't continue to dwindle in this high-market season.

got a can of tuna, cold to these
lips.

banana up my ******* up to 6 inches half-way
****** for a day.

forehead is split
and eyeballs are soaked in ink.

back to the strip mall to get a free massage and sexually harass the
glass stand.

'NO.
TAKE MY MONEY AND SPEND IT ON ORANGES.

she cries a lot nowadays,

and I feel bad especially in the mornings,


and love has just turned bitter
but mostly tepid and
indifferent