morning call
you haven't done anything wrong
nothing like breaking bone
or smashing pumpkin
it's mostly about me
facing reality
intensively swallowing
while should be sucking.
30'jl'14
somewhere beyond this mess
looking to be dismissed
there is my mistress, my Tess
carrying a sleepy kiss.
wearing a trendy dress
blacker than black of knife
there is my mistress, my death
standing like stone still.
will you still love me, Tess,
when I'm no longer live
when I've got nothing - I bet
you will.
12'aug'14