The grey wind covered the last windows with dust
Where are all the souls?
Buried and expelled
Degenerated to ghostlike shells

You can see the behind weak backs
Bended, their face buried in their hands,
Corroded by poison, paralyzed by ether
Fading Figures.

Where is all the yearning in their leaden faces?
They hunted it down and killed it
Drowned in wine and estranged via syringes
Set into whores and paid with cold.

Disembodied, gasping, I tumbled
In the flush of a thousand cold lights,
Through this night of neon,
That I'll never belong to-

I learned how it is to feel alive
In dim chambers
A wet body, closeness
Warm thighs, tousled hair
Loving hands,
Caring words.
Our footsteps in the snow
Faded

I know how it is to feel alive

Hollow wishes
Concrete souls.
Sensation o luminescence
Artificial and cold

The empty shining
Is my light.
The cold air in my lungs
Is my dirty warmth.

Someone is the scape.
You were mine.

Siren of souls
Howling and piercing the night.
These are the streets,
Clinic fingertips.
Sex and Violence.

A naked soul,
Smashed apart.
Yearning, searching, longing.
There are the street,
I call my home.

A light pressure,
Reality dissolves,
I am shattered
Light, streams, energy
My ground is shifting
A mosaic of senses.

Matter is running through my fingers,
Time is laughing at me.
This is the world.
Pulse. Surreal.

Un ciel livide
Dans lequel je déambule
Et erre comme un fantôme
Entre les visages de marbre
Et les carapaces vides;
Ma perception de la réalité
Une vision altérée de somnambule.

Il fait froid,
La neige malvenue tombe
en particules impalpables.
Elle vient mourir sur mes vêtements
Comme sur une peau nue.
Autour de moi tout n'est que noir et blanc.

Je tourbillonne autour de mon axe
Et j'ai peur de m'arrêter
Réalisant la distance qui nous sépare.

Tout me parait si lointain,
Ceci n'est pas ma vie mais le film de ma vie.
Cette sensation m'échappe.
Est ce juste un sentiment ?
La réalité ne serait-elle pas ce sentiment?

Alors, qui suis-je?
qui es-tu ?
et où sommes nous?

Conscious coma.
Life is grey visions,
barely perceptible.

Waiting for dissolution
clinic exitus.
Physical decay.

Like a thousand crystals
running through my veins
the poison benumbs.

On the toilet floor I lie.
Reduced to filth and stench.
Home. Warmth. Life.

Seconds separate me from the outer world.
Conscious coma.
My delightful decay.

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