grud

there is slavery in comfort
and comfort in slavery
who the fuck wants to go
and break bricks in this heat

the routine will be the death of me
even if I inject chaos in my days
wrapped in duty, am i really free
will i ever change my ways

who the fuck wants to be saved
by angels or demons or ancient gods
there is no truth, no lie, no promises
only a neverending road

and everyone walks

nom

some are touched by greatness
some lick the lollipop of mediocrity
some languish in a haze of laze
some dream of leveling cities

but dreams are dreams
and screams are screams
the slices made of failure
and ambition is sandwiched in between

if you don't take a bite
you will never know the taste
if you don't take a chance
will this life be a waste?

you could be happy right here
in the dullness and the silence
but how will you silence your heart
that seeks a promise of violence

through the anger and the rage
through the words on the page
join the jigsaw of this life
and maybe find a way out of this maze

--
bite the sandwich or get away from the plate.

don't

just don't
ask me if i'm okay
if i am angry
if i am upset
if you felt the need
to ask the question
the answer is a definite yes

but i won't say it
i won't tell you
it's too late to do so
that ship has sailed
the building burnt to ashes
the crop has turned to dust
what's fucked can't be unfucked

uh, what i actually mean to say is
what i really fucking want to say is
if after all these years
we still need to ask each other
the same stupid fucking questions?

please open your eyes and see
look up from the screen at me
why won't you look at me?
is facebook really so fucking interesting?

fine.
alright.
it's okay.
i'm okay.
i really am. okay.
i've got screens of my own
and i can drown much better in retina 

Stupid Man

A man walks to the edge of the river
He feels a chill and starts to shiver
Something must have walked over his grave
He thinks about giving up being brave

He breathes deep and fills his lungs
Strange words start forming on his tongue
He whispers some and screams the others
Throwing curses at the wind and the river

He steps in the frigid calm waters
His feet rustle the mud at the bottom
A movement far away catches his attention
And he walks deeper into the river

He knows that they are coming for him
He knows how fast they can swim
He knows how sharp their teeth are
He knows they are not too far


OH MY FUCKING GOD!! I'M SO STUPID!! THIS RIVER IS FULL OF FUCKING PIRANHAS!!!

Cursed with Memories

Bad songs on a lonely night
A hungry heart which won't fight
A scalding pain tearing me apart
I hate to think this is just the start

More follows
In new shapes
Left alone for dead
I never asked for this much space

I can do nothing but hold on
Like a dying man hanging on to hope
To a memory of long ago
Should I let it go?

But who is holding who?
Whose face in whose head?
The vicious circle of a thought
Somethings I just don't want to forget