Art is dead,

a zombie rose from it's grave

in the catacombs

of wine and professional jealousy

only the shape was the same

but even with my better self

shouting in my ear

I fell in love with the circus

I fell in love with the chase

I made the zombie my lover

and the canvas my grave

I never stay too long in one place
in case I get stuck
in the quicksand that is my mind
and in the gutter of my heart

You never stay too long
In case you get trapped
by the hundreds of arms
with nooses for hands
that are attatched to every woman you meet

I never stay too long
the morning after sex
a cup of coffee and I'm gone
you put on the tv in the background, pick up a book
and text-message me about time and place
next week

I want to play
with your toy heart
I want to tear
the unbreakable toy apart
small part
not safe to swallow
stuck in your throat
I'll listen to you choke
stuck in your throat
you can't breathe
cut open your throat
I'll fake it real

conversation with my depression

"I'm not the judge nor jury

so why babble on in a fury

a fiery speech in your defence

I'm just the hunter and you the prey

-nature intended it this way"

talking about my generation

or tripple X and tripple ex:es

subscribing pills to outlive

the middleclass guilt

of having it to easy

the modern guilt

of being so damn sleazy

will you still crave her in the morning after

or be satisfied with a facebook friend

would you like a game of blind mans bluff

do you want to try for fame?

the ambition is running wild in here

- a shelter for our shame

should I pretend to have forgotten

should I pretend to remember your name

how do you like this face I wear

I picked it out especially for today

would you like a game of truth or dare

do you still to try for fame?

I've been the blue sky
fighting through the dark clouds
before your eyes
and now I want a vacation
from this strife

I've been the balance
you've lacked
and now I want to fall myself
right over the edge
of my mind

I've been your alibi,
and I've sung you lullabies
for days, for hours at end
now I'm too tired
to get myself out of bed

and now I hear you say
how do you dare not to answer my calls?
I demand you to be here
to see me through it all

and now I hear you pray
how do you dare to let yourself fall?
what help are you,
when you can only crawl?