......why do i drink?
why do i drink?
why do i drink?
......

so I can write poetry

and why do I write poetry?
why do I write this fucking bullshit?

YOU DO NOT WANT THIS! YOU DO NOT NEED THIS!

YOUR GOD IS DEAD
and noone cares...
if there's a hell - i see you there......




I wish i could shoot up this dirty whore, my MUSE, she is violent,
she is drug addicted
everybody want to suck and taste HER
my muse
she's laughing in my ears
with a laugh of a mad man - i'm standing on the railway
waiting for MY train.

--i hear the whistle--

death is outside the garden
she smiles and i see WILD WISH in her empty eyewindows
she wants to fuck me and then to eat my every bone,
every cell of my flesh

my muse is a spider............