Get busy living or get busy dying. That is goddamn right.
I wish I was in Zihuatanejo instead of living here in this house.
The grating of the door
Is eternal damnation.
A color
Which is no color
A sound and a smell
A swallow of everything
But not describable
And in everything
An endless feeling
Where I, who determine
No longer exist.
Fear is hanging
Like a giant drop
Encompassing the world
And the monstrous depths
Of nothingness
Into which I am falling
On the way down
Accompanied by multicolored rage
And the loss of solidity
And the decay into undefined gravel
Always and again this hated presence
While the rage
Like a transparent bomb
Ticks on.
--jAkE--
The grating of the door
Is eternal damnation.
A color
Which is no color
A sound and a smell
A swallow of everything
But not describable
And in everything
An endless feeling
Where I, who determine
No longer exist.
Fear is hanging
Like a giant drop
Encompassing the world
And the monstrous depths
Of nothingness
Into which I am falling
On the way down
Accompanied by multicolored rage
And the loss of solidity
And the decay into undefined gravel
Always and again this hated presence
While the rage
Like a transparent bomb
Ticks on.
--jAkE--