Where will you hide if the iron hands of raging gorillas get stuck
in grabs and you break out of this time forever
because there will be no one next to you?!
What kind of Soul pulsation, lost drum can drift anyway?
Which of your face shadows is soaking in the water of haunting nights?
Are you constantly terrified that the danger is
complimenting you in your uncertain world?!
"There's no ringing in the firewall of hell for the eternal losers!"
Your body orbits in a dream bay like a mutilated planetary continent,
and when the spikes of insidious thorn bushes pinch, even the Angels laugh!
  
You know, a calculated moment of loss can surround you at any moment
and devour your wounded Soul!
You should look for your Underground Sun
radiating within you even more boldly!
The unreal in the Present amazes you!
Ever since I feared the Cassandras-Report;
you can't hide anywhere with your merciful gaze!
Phantom pain throbs on the cochlea of my throat
and in the headwinds, Fate!
"The cheap little world becomes a *******!"
  
In Adam's costume, I would honestly stand before
the Beloved: Would you accept?!
The molecular gates of besieged Eden should not be
taken possession of as a colony of cheap wars!
Your dreams are spurred daily to return to
the ruthless reality with caracan!
We mirror by blurred in black and white!
Your bamboo hand worships knives when
you bite into the Universe!
You know: in the face of the very Hyenas Age,
the "no more" instinct is in check!
- Your faithful items will be waiting for you when everyone else has left.

Perhaps the always Faithful Mirror has already become a Traitor;
the structure of movements and
faces does not show only the essence struck by the stamp!
We cross the stage and bravely defy danger on board decaying boards!
Secrets are still hidden in the degree of surprise minutes
and waiting for suitable eruptions!
It is the deserving shadow of happiness that is happening in us!
- The smile-tear clown bathes his face in a silent moon mirror!
"Indifferent and idiot-producing phlegmatism greets you!"
  
The disgust of our selfish concealment can easily settle on others;
to the smell of our prey overwhelmed by success-seeking breakers;
how long does the silly age of hungarians go on?!
Prophets would already flee Nineveh
because their bribed mission had become angry!
******* Angels like killing knives,
spoiled knife-spoons and broken refractions!
Everyone is laying their cages more and more,
because Happiness always takes another
hard-to-heal wounds; indelible stigma!
  
Fence, ****-In time, the final maze path
can also be easily solved:
Start s End in front of the same gate
often that's why we stumble!
Wells that are overzealous on our bitter,
unhappy faces are hanging True Pearls!
"We should have deliberately escaped this sensational,
continuous squirrel wheel world!"
A broken World is behind us!
As a hesitant lamb, anyone among the hordes can tear apart;
we walk the field of our existence as orphaned wanderers;
in our throats the redeeming Death throbs…

You wear a tailor-made shadow jacket and you frighten the days of the living with your silent footsteps! Your twilight wounds as insidious stigmas;
they burn first and then they get drunk in you until the brain!
In addition to all the prickly criticism, a blade or eyeball knife that
can inflict incurable wounds and your selfish hurt may have lasted a lifetime!
The shivering of street lamps in the alley can push alone,
cellular light into your room!
As a silent language of anger,
you are wasting your wasted time
on your gainable happiness!

You collide with yourself every day and you get out of everyone!
Suffering crocodile-teared chubby faces are your only sincere confession;
teasing the words teasingly on the strings
of your soul like fake cards!
Staring at your tap, you beat the monotony
of your clicking clocks in your throbbing veins!

The pen-paper-pencil becomes an illusion in your hand!
Your cherished tongue Atlantis can no longer swing between your lips;
your vile peace also seems to be distorted,
and Morality has become a gallows flower!
You dominate, tact, and play chess when others just look at you
— and because you lose yourself at every moment
so that the other half-whole Man can find your fragile balance.

So much of Swinging Time has run out in vain:
when will you be able to truly rejoice in livable, immortal moments?!
The holy words of love that babble you?

We are already stumbling more and
more crustly into the idle Infinity,
and we are rooted in a wooded mood;
the vulnerable Soul is damaged anyway
and the Will-pulled bodies eventually give up anyway!
Distorting ratios are not dwarfed - but they increase by division!
The dream of everything is a silent wilderness!
It’s hard to cling to the forgiving power of chance,
just like a smile close to a ditch!
The Vacuum still exists in sheer space,
even though there is no one to capture or fill it!
There is always just a kind of alarming,
internally warning selfishness!
  
It is becoming more and more difficult to look wolfishly
and flirt with sincere Truth;
the usual, homely Death is staring at us!
Fear s Pain beats as expelled; the murderous silence
devours our loneliness and the fact excites us
that we can't get any closer to solving it!
It takes place in the body and in the brain and produces some strange,
chemical reaction! What we have become thickens into what really hurts!
Every level you start leads to the darkness of the impossible!
In the depths of restless souls it is difficult to live in peace!
  
Our shiver scale scans us all the way
to our vertebrae and back!
If we are helpless with the formula
for solving situations in our heart chamber,
there is a risk of explosion.
In the hourglass press,
the tiny grains trample each other orphan;
they're in a hurry somewhere!
The border is watching the barrier
of the Spirit and often stirring underworld dust!
Shards of self-digesting blood are also falling…

In the interactions between the human body,
as he is mesmerized by a smile of Heaven,
his eyes stray as flirtatious Angels stared at Jacob's ladder!
You have to move from hardship to hovering
and you don't feel that everything has happened in vain!
Eyes superstitious with respect to
the weight of the earthly Eden are bound,
and the refuge — apart from the Universe — is all uncertain!
The psychological fire of attraction pulls
our wounded souls back into the Present!
"There can be no shadow of impending Death, only fear!"
  
The enchanting rainbow of eyes can only be
blinded in faithfulness in love!
In the depths of dusk, how does a Star of Bethlehem guide us?!
- What is left of your fatty breast milk on urgent request?
You would eagerly **** the life-giving kisses of Being that
has bound itself to you with its love!
An orphaned stalactite cave has also become
the donated teary eye that sees everything awake!
Scattered fates remained in the scattered knots of Destiny!
The bone-dry wave depth of Silence addresses you
as a minute; the rhythm of the drumming echoes in your ears!
  
Only your dear can guess where you are!
With two arms, you would surely embrace the peace you find;
you would not be so vulnerable to Nirvana's loneliness!
"The roaring basket of skulls is sprouting today,
instead of sparkling intellect!"
Instead of kisses, a thickened membrane is strained
on the withered boards of worn-out palate floors!
The seductive Light tolerates under the jawbone…