Rage in each and every second
I steal air
Do I wish to live
Do I wish to breathe
I am chewing seconds
I am chewing glances
I see myself useless
sucking the others life’s blood
pitying myself constantly
while they are getting drunk with their zest for life.
I hate myself cause no longer I can dream
I am imaging Death
The nectar that she pours down your veins
It is the Silence, the Peace of a worm sliding…
The Death, that dissolution of the natural essence
Wings for the unfulfilled.
We clinched in the hope
A kind of cleansing for our intestines’ soup
You wait stacked with your life
between sex and the main course
You haven’t yet heard
the slow spinning of worms
that make room for the next.
I hate myself
All that I’ve learned from you
is the guilt that I breathe
My lungs’ air is heavy on your pupils
When your conscience’s crisis will choke me
I’ll end this game
The Penalty is not acceptable!