no one lives here anymore.

a window shutter rattles in the wind
deaf walls stand witness to the nothing
that permeates through such places
filled with ghosts without faces
it's always darkness here
in the absence of love or fear
only a silent whine
that moves like a shark
looking for a prey
desolation doesn't even begin to describe
this place where nothing has survived
empty, vacant, void, are only words
that can't fill this vacuum of everything
even death has passed by this place
with a sigh for there is nothing here
only the ticking sands of time
that fall, to bury it all
no one lives here anymore

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from a dream

empty streets
empty hearts
both as cold
as a shitty kiss
grit my teeth
and hiss
at absolutely fucking nothing
conversations that spiral
from meaning to
background noise
while the TV plays on
incessant chatter
till i no longer know
if it's the TV or a human being
talking to me
my head is in some space
where the angels float
asphyxiated
i count them off
one by one
i wish i could float too
wouldn't that be fun?

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some days, you hunt for the poems. Other days, poems track you down like hungry cheetahs on the Savannah 

of things said in rain

teeth bared, blood flared
rictus spasm, what the fuck do you need?
ramrod straight, filled with hate
arms akimbo, are you ready to bleed?

let's twist the head off this body
the brain does not work anymore
the eyes spark with recognition
for what I am not sure

someone is yelling to dead gods tonight
someone is telling them lies in mortal fright
while the skies piss down on a dying world
a golden shower to soak all flags unfurled

will you soldiers still soldier on
when nothing is left to fight for, anymore
will your leader still suck the marrow
till bone shards bleed their guts tomorrow

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the pieces don't fit, but maybe they do...

the hunger

a black hole
in the pit of your stomach
and the deep hole where
you imprison your soul
it gnaws like an entity alive
that will tear through the
chains, eat through the walls
that just wants to survive
the hunger does not fuck around
it takes over sane thought
any control is lost
the world is only a blur
till the next target is in
cross-hairs of doom
the hunger will even eat itself
just to get out of this room
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every yawn is a silent scream of the soul

F5

i have known
the endless wait
ears perked
heart beats paused
i have known
the fist in gut
feeling of twisting
thoughts and fears alike
i have known
the heady rush
the mush, the slush
of sighs in the void
i have known
how a whispered name
causes hurricanes
where butterflies sleep

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The F5 key on my boards looks faded.  

burn

if there is a cinder left of me
by the time this is over
let it be so
it will be a pleasure to burn

if i vanish with the wind
when all is said and done
who cares
it will be fun to disintegrate

if i am one with the earth
a feast for worms
give no fucks
it will be a buffet for days

if i flow in your rivers
and fall like acid rain
on lovers and haters alike
it will be my turn

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2020, here we go.