In fits of RageI can see thatyou too are suffocating in our skin sometimesFeel them, they'reeverywherein the mudin this bruisedmind usMaggots, eating up our headfrom the inside outRip off the fleshin fits of RAGEbut they're still wiggling Nothing left but bonesand they're still HungryIt's rainingbut the fire burns brighter Have mercy! Let us rest..
ButterfliesTheir colours are splashing behind my eyes-I'm dizzy-Drive me crazy as theyflutter insideReach with my tongueto caressvelvet wings and they crawldeeperI hear them as lips crack opentheir whisperingchewing on my earsMake them stop..There's too manyand theyburst out,out of my chestLike rainbow flamespainfully consumingI feel the butterfliestangle in my hairTug on their wings-get hem off me!-pull and they breakbeautifully...It's too quiet...
The world is made of SoundsA radio playingall day longno tune to crash on the wallsOur ears are cut off by utter silenceOutsidethe streets overflowingOur heads are crushed by unimportant staticFalse songsUseless soundsPinky promiseTo shoot downthe notes we shouldn't hearthere is the possibility of harmony
Portrait: JosephineCan't take my eyes off HerAs her lips kissthe end of the cigarettewhile the smoke caresses it's wayto her lungsAs it ascendsShe's lost in itThe broken body-dysfunctional-decorated with scarsof the pastbeauty bloomsas sadness and painand all her gentle feelingsoverflowHer love for the female figureshe devours with her eyesOh, breathe her name out softly Josephine
Etherial FeelingDream DrownThought-numbing blueas far as the eye can seeNot far at allAnother sky, mirror of the heavensBreatheUnbearable, unbearableThe airso thick you can'tinhale The panicThe burningWhat kind of Godsresidein the depths of the seasDarkness rising Flydeeper, deeperLightheaded and the feelinggoes awayliquid whisperingdrowningyour sensesDeprived of the ability to FunctionCount on the silence tocrushwhat you are sinkinghigher, higherThe ethereal feeling
NyctophobiaInsomnia is readingbedtime storiesHer voice is tickingin the silence countingIn the hours before dawnI feel the voices in my head lickingevery inchThe sleeping momentsthe dreamssoaked in redI open my eyesto kiss the shadows as theycrawl off the wallsDance, dance to the rhythm of my pulseSometimesI believe sanity ishanging by it's hingesWhy is the morningalways late?...Under the sunhow silly it feelsthis fear of the darkYet, I can help but feel relievedreality doesn't share my point of view
Yet Another WonderlandI must've hit my headpretty hard,falling through that hole in the sky.'cause it makes my ears bleed,hearing his endless chanting."I'm late, I'm late".Hush the little rabbitwith a razorblade.....tongue..Maybe I'm just dizzy fromall the colourscaressing my mind.See, even that cheshire grinbreaks my heart...If I...pull out all of kitty's teeth,maybe my eyes will stop achingThat's not it.I probably inhaled too muchsmokefrom the caterpillar.As I lose my sanityI let them all inand breathe their truths andtheir liesThey touch my soul.I take them all in.
That moment of PeaceIn a spinning momentwe weave the memoriesinto a warm dreamFeelings, both belovedand painfultell the story ofwho we areGentle rainfalling mercifullyon usIn the soft calmness of this instantwe drown sweetlylike in an endless blue seaEven with flowers bloomingin our eyes,the falling petals narratingof this moments decaywe still hold on strongly, strongly until it breaks
Ill thoughtsJust as I founda sun to bask underhe burns my nightmares awayand I am Nothing without ThemMoments soaked in affectionIll thoughts carving wordson their fleshDip my fingers in the cracksI lick the acidic bitternessTemporary solutionsOnce Upon a timeI'll rip you openand savor the all thatMiserythat comes with itUntil then....rest assuringly in my arms sweetheart