the dogs of darkness

i miss your fucking streets

miss the dogs of darkness

guarding everything 

that didn't give a fuck about them

i miss your fucking bullshit

your erratic weather

every time it pissed rain 

every time it got hot as hell

i miss your fucking sunsets

when at 7 PM

the sky went insane

for a minute or two

most of all i miss myself

i miss being in you

breathing your foul air

kissing the dreams away

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i spent a lot of night walking through the streets with just dogs for company. they were all good dogs. they never bit me, that's good enough.

Fistful of Dust

Doctor, sir, professor,

We must open this man

There are things inside him

That the others don't understand


He's got his eyes fixated

His pupils dilated

His tongue is black

I think he's had a heart attack


Now that he is dead

We'll get into his head

While it might sound sick

We'll find what makes him tick


There is blood inside him

Some flesh

Lot of bones

And this something unknown


Sir, this fucker doesn't even have a heart

He is totally, completely missing this part

Just a fistful of dust where that organ should be

Just a fistful of dust