demon eaters

on nights like these
someone gets stabbed after a party
while their blood flows
in the same gutter that someone pukes in
after having a drink or thirteen
and another man is ready to drive
to another party
too drunk to drive
or realize
that driving
is not a good way
to spend the next half hour

on nights like these
someone howls at the moon
from a rooftop
where the remains of the evening
smoulder like embers
of a love that is thrown carelessly
like a bottle that breaks on the cobblestones in the street
someone yells at the revellers
to let them sleep
and they yell back to relax
tomorrow is Sunday after all
or is it today
no one cares and no one knows

on nights like these
time blurs as hand of clock race
towards daylight
and the music is not loud enough
hearts are not broken in shards enough
there is still hope that someone can glue that fucking piece of shit together again
for three hundred and sixty seventh time

on nights like this
sin is in and we
dream of clinging to each other
glued by sweat, spit and semen
eat each other's demons
from without and within

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You are what you eat.

scratch the surface

wait for 2 AM
for what is sleep?
but an inconvenient gap
in this cycle of familiarity
even if a full day ahead
waits already with glint in its eye
with a knife hidden in a sweaty fist
it could go either ways
it knows as well as I do
but what fun is a day
without a few scratches
or some wounds to show for it
every day the scabs open
like doors to the temple
of some ancient deity
reverently we rip them off
consumed by a fervent piety
no matter how much we scratch
how much we bleed
it's only the surface
the wounds go too deep
perhaps now
it's time to sleep

cluster

just beyond the line of sight
right behind your back
the demons crawl out with their knives
determined to attack

12 strong, telepathic tones
the monster gang is here
to kill
and not make any friends

inch by inch
the webs they spin
to keep the bodies
fresh within

no rot shall touch
their special prize
that they'll soon
eat from the eyes

in the empty sockets
they'll slowly make their nest
for they'll bring up tiny demons
and give them their best

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It's 2 AM and I am feeling horrible. How's new year going ya shits?