the most amazing thing you could ever experience,
the end of the malaise
whispers creep around on the backs of ants and scitter 
what laughter once had bestowed, anger has molested
the walls are closing in with a rage of wars
red nights and black dreams trickle down from the ceiling
we never asked for this,
we never dared to escape...
but, the night is gaining ground



of all of the little travesties running around on two legs,
we hold  a candle for the worst of all
daylight and breathing sounds 
sun and white noise,
the end of oblivion
somewhere, a mind is waking alone
and is crying to be nursed
latching on to the tit of the tv with lockjaws
we are what you say now



tip toe tip toe,
she's crying in here
fountains of agony spilling down the drains
flooding and natural disasters all over
the land is reeking of water
the deceased float bloated away
while her tears, her tears won't end
she had the world by its wooden handle
she had it all packed away in a glass box
screws came loose and lids came off
now, she's stuck with splinters and shards
and the deluge of unravelling