You and Me, Us and Them
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
Man in the Mirror
Go look at the sick pale face in the mirror;
how loathsome the face seems to appear
Look at him for long and look very closely;
you will find quietly lurking, a passive fear
Of failed dreams and victorious nightmares;
of a life utterly failed, loss of all that is dear
Mary and the Dark Mother
Come and visit the Dark Mother Mary;
she is the only one who truly loves you
Her pure wisdom has always been there;
you and only you, she will always be true
The Clown who Fell in Love and Lost his Laughter
Let me tell you all a small little sad story;
a story so hilarious yet so painfully gory
Let me tell you all about a simple good clown;
who just wanted to serve, wasn’t after glory
The Boat that was Doomed Forever
Once there was a very small boat;
made of polished dark mahogany
It had to keep itself forever afloat;
habits were a strange homogony
The Tiring Masquerade
