The dreadful substance.

The face is silent,
The mouth is closed,
But look into the darker side of mind,
Whilst make the thoughts exposed.
They whisper, the unspoken kind -
Fuck me, devour me,
Complete me, destroy me.
In the tiny corner somewhere there it lays,
Yet it remains always silent, the time passes and days,
Neutral plays the main role,
Until you arrive at the horizon,
The Moroccan sun remains a North Pole.

Lighter.

I am how I am,
So small and naked,
And all things in my head,
Are wrapped up in black thread.
Please, help me, save me from despair,
Its grip is getting tighter,
My body lacks the air.
The room is filled with gasoline
And all you need is lighter.

Ay, lad!

I will walk to Rotterdam
The place I want to be,
Where legs will feel much lighter,
Where I will dance more free.
I will walk to Gjerdmundshamn
With a name so fucking long,
I'll pick an axe, a beer,
As self-sufficient as I am,
A lady goddamn strong.
I will walk to Dingle,
Hoping I shall mingle,
As trustworthy as steady boots,
In mud thoughts covered, there she shoots.
And just as I walked down the line,
I slipped and saw a man damn fine,
And since there came a chance to dine -
I jumped up charming the poor lad,
His hair so thick, his stature - mad!
But wait, mate, something's wrong, you're soft...
Oh, who the hell am I to lose,
Drank too much beer,
It is a moose.

Coats.

You are weak,
For all the drugs you seek,
You just want to lit up,
Reach a short, glorious peak.
And all those dreams, material
Or irrational, delusions,
You let your emotions take over,
To speak for yourself,
You live for pretty illusions.
The reality bites,
Icy cold and the spites,
Make us crave for disaster
The tides that grow over our heads,
The connections we break -
We call them "new fashion",
A coat made of multiple threads.
The life with no reason,
Immense sense of "I",
As far as it gets.

We are and we have never been.

Why is that we even care about a category such as husband? Wife?
What is all of the whirlwind of life?
Where do we go and what do we see,
If all we have ever been and have never - is free.
The freedom doesn't exist,
You're here, I'm here,
We are on the list
Of life.
But all turn to dust,
Our souls reborn into new
But old rust.
We are humans guided by pain, by violence, by lust.

That's the conclusion.

I'm hanging like a
Being.
Experiencing, feeling,
Seeing.
I'm hanging like a
Being.
On a thread that's thin and
Freeing.
Freedom, the beauty, illusion,
The lies and the truth,
Life is a fusion.
We're fucked up humans,
The end.
That's the conclusion.

Our lord, mighty savior.

A king that changes stance each time,
Doesn't need a queen.
He just wants something to cease the boredom,
Not to see as an equal,
But to own.
Just like other things.
A fun possession.
A compromise isn't the word.
For the king that holds a candy cane

As a sword.
So sweet and so fragile, Just like the confession. Unbreakable you say, Until you change your progression. Switch to another stance again, But you remain true to your choice, No other opinions matter, If the king has given his voice.

I'm cursed.

How did I get here,
To this part where I'm drunk,
Listening to music,
While waiting to your voice's sound.
All I think about is you.
It's like a fucking curse I'm going through
And I have no clue of what I should do.
Why am I so lost at once.
Why I think of you.
What's the matter with my head,
When all I dream is you.
And heart burns,
Heart, I place in water. Blue.
I sink in,
And so do you.
Thunder I've always loved.
Do I fucking love?
I love you.

Will this hit you?
Yes, it will.
It won't make matters better,
No feelings have been neither, will they be left still.
No waves have silence.
No love has calm.
I wish for fire,
I wish to touch and kiss your palm.
Fuck me, I confess
With the faithful psalm.