The fate of Jacob

White smoke raised into the room as the dark-haired man exhaled with a deep sigh. The quick steps of his now ex-girlfriend faded away in the stairway after she had left the flat a few minutes ago. “Bye.” His voice was dry and hoarse from tobacco and the sixth bottle of beer he held in one hand. Of course Jacob knew he needed help. It was obvious he wasn’t alright. Though he wouldn’t ever admit...

How often she had helped him. How often she had pulled him out of trouble. Now he had nothing left. Only this little flat. No job. No money…

Finally the thirty-year-old man moved slightly in the armchair. He slid more into the seat while taking another drag of the cigarette. The man’s red eyes were fixed on the wall opposite of him. Though he didn’t show any emotion about the loss of his longtime girlfriend on the outside, he had to fight with this fact harder than one could know.

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The days passed by and eventually several weeks after Clarence left him, the flat looked like a completely mess. Empty bottles of beer and stronger alcohol standing everywhere, empty pizza boxes piled into shapes of something that looked like tower buildings in mini format. The windows were darkened and one could say you have to take a sabre, like in these old films where adventurers cut the jungle in front of them to get forward, and cut the air in the room which would made everyone cough and choke.

Though, the man sitting in his armchair didn’t really care. He didn’t care about anything at all. It wasn’t that he didn’t leave the flat. Actually he went out every evening. This was his life now: Partying. Going into clubs, meeting people, drinking alcohol, taking drugs, picking up women and go home with them.

Spitting Image

The father is unknown to me, lives in a distant land. Have Never won, just lost. No mother has me ever born. The look to my mirror glide, horror wide my eyes. A tube grows from the navel, gives me the breath of life. Deep inside of me speaks your voice gives me cold commands. Your blood flows through my veins and boiling hot burns my anger. I am created and invented. (Born of your blood) Copied word for word. (The Spirit whom you summoned) I'm a caricature of yourself. (I owe you my life) Was not begotten, but made. A fool who laughs out of the mirror. I am alone with my questions The answer has only four letters. A secret alphabet, written in blood. You were driven by an evil spirit, have simply copied it. Have copied it word for word, you spelled my soul.

Deep inside of me speaks your voice gives me cold commands. Your blood flows through my veins and boiling hot burns my anger. I am created and invented. (Born of your blood) Copied word for word. (The Spirit whom you summoned) I am a caricature of yourself. (I owe you my life) Was not begotten but made. A fool who laughs out of the mirror. Mirror, mirror on the wall, you're just too well known to me. Mirror, mirror on the wall, I created you with my hand. Mirror, mirror on the wall, you're just too well known to me. Mirror, mirror on the wall, You live and die by my hand. Deep inside my voice speaks gives you cold commands. My blood flows through your veins and boiling hot burns your anger. You are created and conceived. (Born of my Blood) Copied word for word. (The mind I summoned) You are a reflection of my true self. (You owe me your life) You're not made but begotten. The fool who laughs out of the mirror. I am like you an original and not a cheap copy. Perfect fake counterpart, but I'll never be unique. Greedily I breathe life. (My heartbeat is like your own) I'm your twin and your son, but in the end I'm just a clone.

The devil & the new age criminal

Yesterday, all my trouble seemed so far away. Now it looks as though they`re here to stay, oh I believe in Yesterday. Suddenly, I`m not half the man, I used to be. There`s a shadow hanging over me, oh yesterday came suddenly.