The Fate of a Failed Hero
Receding deep into yourself, being enfolded in layers;
blanking out the chaos of complicated relationships
Tightly wrapped within a cocoon of your icy cold self;
the harsh and cruel reality, the one and final eclipse
That is your nirvana, that is your long torturous bliss;
that’s what’s written by fate, in all its useless scripts
Thinking and Overthinking
I am almost always thinking,
and then overthinking what I have thought
That’s what I do all the time,
thinking about what thinking has brought
A shitload of exclamation marks!
Arrrrrrrrrrrgh!!!!!!!!!!
Sometimes you just wanna scream at something…anything at all;
sometimes you just wanna scream at someone….anyone at all
You wanna shout in order to make God bend down and listen;
you wanna shout till your voice echoes in the heavenly hall
But in the end you just are forced to scream at yourself;
and the noise is deafening within the confines of your head
Self-flagellation: The Last Highway out of Hell

He whips himself, he whips himself very hard;
the silent screams breaking into an ugly grimace
The cat-o-nine-tails screams like a mad banshee;
the knots striking in a frenzy, a blood thirsty race
Each lash is dedicated to one specific memory;
a black hole in the whole black vast space of life
Each stroke exposing a white pulsating nerve;
a silver snake writhing under a very sharp knife