Presence
Take the time to fall asleep Pause… and look in your own keep There is nothing in your dreams Always empty as it seems You …
poetry
The Worm
Oh worm, aren’t you sick? You live in a grave and all that you eat Is rotten meat… Of the corpse of my sweet It’s …
Roses in gloom
Red roses are blue, Gray skies are in gloom Everything is dying It’s all dying for you Violets are rotting, Existence is doomed The end …
Daze
Green field summer Cool soft breeze One day wonder Life will seize Few small children Pure real laughs One great moment Life shall pass Still …
Sunday Mournin’ (Ars Medicata)
While dreadfully seeking through my mind For an arousing impulse of some kind, I come across myself asleep; They shock like fuck: I searched too …
Corners stare
In the center it’s too bright… and silent Dark corners stare at me and yearn Without shame, or curves, or exits; Timeless and stale I …