My fingers tremble
after all the sleepless nights
during which the soul has been sucked
from my weary face
Which I hide wrapped in corrosive lifelessness
And with my shoulders wrapped
in the heavy cloak
I am forced to curl up on the ground
In the fetal position I lie
beaten and twisted
tortured by all eyes
How can I reflect
over what I see, when I'm drowning
in the feeling that soon I won't be able to take it anymore?
Look away! nothing to see here
... until I've had enough! why pardon?
because when I leap forward
like the clown out of his box
in a mental suicide explosion
Brings on a mass psychosis
just because I can
sleepless and sweaty
I keep the dream alive
Shooting the skull off my brain ghosts
While realizing why what was
Finally gone

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