ワールズエンド

oh i'm so broken shattered shattered pieces tiny frilly dancer dresses soothing sounds an endless circle for that will never end

whatever i gave to you find my piece/peace cluttered fluttered melted like a stone dsl anschluss - a travesty in reverse transvestit leere hülle tortoise shell tankstellen-endstation unbenanntnn gesichter, fremde gesichtszüge september, september and marihuana a call past the rain i called onto you falling down on my earth here right beside the wonderland for short time, sky time no i'm not religious i'm on lsd

going down, take a leap to hell, see you soon. seeyalater my friend, dear friend, bearing the dearest of my secrets inside your heart.

gazing into the abyss, a new dawn. feeling so refleshed, reflected, refreshed.

princess i am. you are not; i thought you were. no further mention. now, let's proceed.

here we know everything. we shouldn't stay here; as soon as we're born we're doomed to die let's escape the womb.

war is here, war is now. in silence we live. next year good year ne-xt year good year ne-xt yer good ye-ar present day - present time! ahahahaha. they could see the future; george, it will. let's bring our own bombs a fullmetal gunslinger yes this is gonna be a fun party it's our right to defend and to pretend we all live in a tiny diorama mindlessly crawling as a big, disgusting mess.

in utero i didn't know, when you said late you meant too the princess you once where, you are not, anymore i dragged myself home from school but it wasn't alike the french poet? no, not even the japanese. i can't remember your scent, you said metaphorically i said literally like litter in an ally? haha i once was your ally. in utero, i wish to reset to resist awful urges. bells chiming, the dark kind baudelaire, baudelaire!

i am crying a river; full of stories, mysteries and fairytales. the flood reaches you; but it doesn't touch you. we are seperated, yet so near. crying a river, that's what we did both. right? you were still and calm till the latest moment. my realisation failed; my self-loathing did not.

but - they say, curiousity killed the cat.

i will soon bid farewell - better times will never come.

thinking clearly and reasonable is a pain - don't you think so, too?

i will never come pure - i can only go on and on

i don't wanna cry; don't wanna smile. the fault crackles, they season the reason.

"this idiocy - the womb i'm laying in - the lack of sense and empathy - sadness, hatred is created - you can say whatever you please - this beautiful slaughter will never end." -

"my favourite things - they have gone away. i'm aware that this morning, i'm wired, just like a tortoise shell. you can see me - but i can't see you. what happens if i can't see you? a tilted perspective, an oddeye. let me cry, cry in agony. leave me alone."

"nice, nice! no, not at all! he shot me and i blead to death. beware of the j. may i now know it was right. but to take rights away is not. all that pain a neverending, monotonous purgatory."