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Grey concrete walls

leaning on you

with a confusing vertigo,

enabling you to see the path,

where the worn-down sidewalk

Leads you

Feeds you

Bleeds you.

On your path where

you shouldn’t go

where no one needs you.

You can hold onto your thoughts,

though they deceive you.

Transforming your ignorant bliss and road

which you shouldn’t tread

to nothing but

a pure fucking existential dread.

And after all the blood,

that you have bled,

you know you can’t lead,

when you should be led.

Where do I go?

Where am I heading?

How far these district’s

arms are spreading?

Street lights, those foul willows

and their dancing shadows

giving a scene

to crackled walls.

And their grin

rolling around

in the stench of bins.

I don’t know where my steps are carrying me…

I don’t know where these words are taking thee.

I don’t know anymore,

I just wallow in the night’s glow.

And through its black mud I row.

That’s what I want the most,

so don’t follow me, I’m lost.

Where do I go?

Where am I heading?

This city’s hug

I will still be dreading.

Wandering through this labyrinth monotone

in circles, parallel to the time when void has grown.

Parallel to making the same mistakes

over and over,

knowingly on a thorny path to make

the heart go slower.



Chemically poisoning my mind and body.

Primal hedonism covered bloody,

rainy autumn instead all the seasons,

although dead,

feeling alive for all the wrong reasons.

Still that’s what I want the most,

So don’t follow me, since I am lost.

I fear my thoughts and my thoughts are night

and if you dance with night,

You don’t fear death,

You fear life.

And that’s what I hate the most,

so don’t follow me, ‘cause I’m fucking lost.