morning breaks down on me
such a rewind
every bloody day
i don't hear reasonings
my hands are fighting
everything falls apart
in the freezing lava
where obsessions swim
one single card missing
can destroy
all the castle
you gotta choose
to live or to solve
but the mud never rests
'cause a defence's not a pardon
at all
it's like skating
on the top of a crumbling mountain
and pretending
that the mist conceals no ground
or that the ground
after all
is not so though
you can't be
hostage, jailer
and savior
at the same time
you can't take time
when guns are pointed
and there's no way to run
liquid reality
such a buzz
thin white noise
splashing around
in this sweet swamp
clapping skinless hands
at a turned off sun
that looks just like a meteor
like a last night
glide upon me
and gimme something really special
'cause my gruff breath
is scratching my throat like a razor
disarm my mind
before she pulls my trigger
it's hard when your munition
is your own blood
it's hard when in the gunsight
you see yourself
and your fingers
shudder
just put your
soft wrench between my grimy gears
just throw your
vivid foam upon my pale fire
and by the way
things are good, alas
but not fair at all