not for spit, my porridge
I won't let myself shit on bread
drenched in sweat nights
in my forehead sweaty days
what's up, that knocking, knocking
is torturing and tormenting czy sucks
those are stick worms
surround me
I hate all things
that fall down
onto the floating floor
into dirt and stench and dust
the nervous system has just collapsed
pus and sebum
when there is no more viscera content
the feces will flow Ã… from the lips
delirium tremens
loving you is not enough
delirium tremens
embrace your sticky body
because there is only one breath left

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