welcome to the mass grave with bodies clad in a red monstrosity the carousel of barren rituals where drones fall from a falsely spiced ceiling welcome to the world of sheep where the nightmare stares at you in mirrors and creeps through grasping delusions to merge with hope look there! I’ve got a catch! again... Lees verder →
Antidote
if only I were there to suck the poison from your blood and keep your body in my room soaked in the fluid from my veins behind curtains of candle smoke so that no traces would remain of the toxin that managed to infect you unless you found mine to be worse yet nothing would... Lees verder →
Déjà Vu
I don't want to go back to yesterday when mold took over the refrigerator and you called out to me in the pouring rain “Do something!” While I was stuck in my father's chair and spoiled that great romance.
Monochrome
the infinite looks out on the closed windows splashes before moving villages hidden between valleys of melancholy - I hardly dare to look I am blinded by what may always remain until the autocratic idiot the fungus of the ego - that festers with false promises erases what should stayand the valley of Angels and... Lees verder →
Farewell my friend
I see your bronze bust on this burning spot from talent to star to dust sucked up close to the people I smell my friend's sweat, your scent lost on the back of stardom I hear children cheering with delight I hear a mother shouting: “No—stop!” The smoke of beefburgers as I descend not far... Lees verder →
Resistance
There they stood arm in arm as if it had always been that way this Tristan and Isolde she, mother and father the one 10 years older when the virus came and he saw the world change even before egos decided that war is necessary, that people are cattle for slaughter, ‘cause machines must roar,... Lees verder →
Total Loss
and then the end was here I saw these patterns of years repeating useless fears and then I put it away like old cornflakes in a locker they didn't taste it was a total loss ready to hit its wing in an empty street this dream of you and me no regret, nor a final tear just a heavy stone,... Lees verder →
Fastfood romantics 