rats

this spaceship´s full of rats
mend with the vicars gown
ducktape, plasters, mull
fueled by boredom
fuel by dread
sour milk on wooden floors
broken jars and unlocked doors
chaos caught in sturdust clouds
flying by
flying far
flying high
crashing cars
is all that s left of us
we need a stop at the tentacle station

swimming pool at night

and you re like a swimmingpool at night
cold and calm
bold and strong
the center of the universe
an untouched mirror
a leathal trap
my favourite surface
water and skin
sink or swim
water and moonlight
skin and sin
safe in distance
safe in distance
empty within

 

picture by Andreas Mühe 

too tired to sleep

I am too tired to sleep
too tired to sleep
I am too tired to sleep
just too tired to

I am too tired to sleep
way too tired to dream
I am too tired to sleep
way too tired to

I am too tired, too weak
the way s too long and too steep
I am too tired to
and way too tired of you 

caught in my mirror

You´re a mermaid
strange and powerful
mystical animal of the see
but I drowned you
in subjectivity
I never saw your beauty
I only saw me

Picture by Aleksandra Waliszewska

lust > loyalty

and when you´re lying there covered in preorgasmic sweat you realize one sad truth: gratitude is always weaker than regret