It was a bitter trial
I don’t know how many steps I still need to take to step out of the chaos
maybe the emptiness is good
without the witchcraft and darkness lurking
without anything particularly interesting
maybe the nenufares
in the barrel
are better
than all that
deadly
luxury
and the ambitions of the dead.
Still nothing about love, Virgin
just spikes and shiny steel
no dead people rising
no kisses
no warm
schizophrenic galaxy
boredom
lucifer is encircling me two days in a row
this week
it is stifling
lucifer on monday
another on tuesday
hope there will be rain
on wednesday
or at least
a rose, with spikes made of her
anger
there is no love in your galaxy,
virgin
expensive diamond skulls
jewellery
I have lost the meaning of waiting
for your sign
I’m lost
and buried
deep deep down
in a darkly underground
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