Let me pull your drawers out;

I want to see what’s going on

In that head of yours,

What’s hidden behind

That innocent child face.

I’ll play with your neurons,

Watch your muscles contract,

And learn all of you.

It’s fun toying with your unstability,

Beholding the fade of the light

In your clear trustful eyes.

My touch is detrimental

To the heavenly surface of your shoulders;

I hurt you just by looking at you.

I watch you destroy yourself,

And I’m amused by all of it.

I just hope I’ll have time

To study you until the end,

Before you perish in your own misery.




Dancing on my death bed

Words. So many words,

They don’t fit on a page.

I love every one of them;

I despise all of them.

Whirling in my gut,

They become a part of me;

With each word written

A big piece of my spirit is torn away.

Eternal struggle

Of the pain of letting them go,

Of my poetic intimacy,

And my weary consciousness,

Is extended for too long;

The bloodcurdling levels

Of my never-ending misery

Exceed the wonders.

Serenity and inspiration

Are my best friends

That are leading my path

To the grave.

Even after my life

Comes to an end,

They will still linger

On my death bed.

When I’m at the verge of dying

Look into my eyes,

And you might still see

Them dance in

The fire of my agony.