's downward spiral
downward spiral
down, down, down into the depths of consciousness,
excavating under the skin. Care you saved from Exsistenz.
F *** you, words hurt more. Expression of your shallowness.
tempt me! Invite me to the soul Strip. Touch me!
I'll show you a world where ... Rumpelstiltskin, awareness of the masses.
you feel me? How dry scales from the eyes of a snake. Trap! Traps.
wrong? No, right down to the bone, you feel the knife that pierced into them?
wounds as deep as craters. Oceans of a volcano, endless pain to you.
lava, the words aus meinen Mund - hinein in den Schlund deiner Seele.
Die Seele? Ein Konstrukt der Worte, gekonnt und ungewollt gewollt, könnt ich doch das Dasein vergessen.
Du hast nichts zu sagen, zu sagen hast du nichts. Leere Worte. Traurig. Tränenreich.
Medien, Kontrolle, Worte ohne Ausdruck jeglicher Bedeutung. Versuche nicht dich zu impressionieren Einen Eindruck zu erwecken, der dir nie anhaften wird.
Heute geboren. Sterben um zu Leben, Leben nach dem Tod. Wirklichkeit?
Brenne - ahhhhh - Brenne, wie Feuer dass das Holz umfängt. Hasse mich. Du hasst mich nicht?
Liebe als Tatsache eines unendlichen Versuches etwas zu finden was doch nie exsistent. Fremdwörter die Lorbeeren eines abgebrochenen Distelzweigs der never saw the summit.
Yes, today I will go out the door, smiling, shining, inspiring a false impression that you simply throw in the dust that once emerged from the ashes. One of the only gods eat ashes like the blood of a newborn siren.
worthily you can pat me on the shoulder, you wallow in my shadow nodded accept everything I ever started. But know, I am not to judge the one to judge you are of yourself and do not judge, or you will be directed, as once advised the judge who wanted to address the judge. Contradiction? Give him tested yet.
control, so once associated with the media in contact, I am in you, with the knife on the bone to nachzufühlen, to feel the pain in you and governs you thinking of not more than me to beg for forgiveness? Oh, can not you see the wonderful things to come when it quivers like a flash powder? be
winds up not in your pain, it will not help you if I've only gone there, I will also prepare an end, but it will be long and painful.
painful? No, the words I choose.
jelly, spit, anything real out of the corners of your mouth. Probably tried to play up your way, what started boldly with the fact of your being. To be His? Ha. Ha. Ha. Haaah. I've rarely laughed so much, but I will reward today what led us to each other. The inevitable The fact you kill what lives within us all. By ignorance. By relentless self-loathing. Found in the faith. A belief the former found the weak to defend themselves against those who have the truth flowing in their veins.
suicide?
Accumulation?
my words mockery!
facts, fact, decline.
And yet live ... F *** me I
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© Christian Ziegler
