Ever wondered why butterflies hold secrets or teardrops cry down windows? Ever wondered whatâ€™s beyond a star and if we would want to breathe if we were told that we did not have to? Ever wondered why we rule the world and ants donâ€™t? Ever wondered what it would be like to be dead (and maybe know some answers)?
Iâ€™m scratching on an unseen door, a thousand splinters spraying blood onto my thirsty tongue I wonder where i am? I wonder where iâ€™m going? 6 feet below, iâ€™m losing my head 6 feet below, iâ€™m living with the dead Lost in a fright, my lungs steal the air they need I know where i am I donâ€™t know where iâ€™m going 6 feet below, iâ€™m losing my head 6 feet below, iâ€™m living with the dead Iâ€™ve lain here long enough to have no need to breathe, shit or … Continue reading →
A thought erupt into a mazedene of go and stay Martini listens â€˜cause it has no choice Everyoneâ€™s a Martini on a particular day: no taking and no feedback (this is the consequence of an emotion attack) Retribution is dead but minds collide in the heat so that poetry is anti-orgasmic and hearts live apart Raise your glasses to the lucky dead Weâ€™re all children when destinyâ€™s not our future but a reflection.