crawling inside myself deeper coiled serpent throwing daggers with insane precision into my scars a thousand winds blowing the cold upon the softly shinning stars and words are dead dripping letters into nonsensical paragraphs pieces of me scattered rooted in the infernal void long live the word monday, 14/08/17


in every way that counts, I am dead inside somewhere maybe I am screaming and weeping and howling like an animal but that is another person deep inside another person who has no access to the lips and face and mouth and head so on the surface I just shrug and smile and keep moving … Continue reading 33

trente deux

"I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, And Mourners to and fro Kept treading, treading, till it seemed That Sense was breaking through And when they all were seated, A Service, like a Drum Kept beating, beating, till I thought My Mind was going numb And then I heard them lift a Box And creak … Continue reading trente deux

lullaby in 30

clouds are falling apart crying neurotic drops timeless bullets majestic thunders accusing dancing slipping through my fingers dazzling lights boasting an ocean of shattered tears drifting between waves of tender sadness I bleed in blue dust covers the bruises callous pearls sheltered in slices of mud the sentence is pain friday, 4/08/17