Strohmann

Aus hölzernen Augen starren sie,in Form des Strohmännchens an der Decke,auf meine Gebrechlichkeit.Ich liege reglos am Boden,starre zurück und male,Bilder von Strohmännchen aus Holzund Augen die hervorkriechen und starren, mit tiefem Blick. Manuel D. H.

Psycho in Void

Here in the dark of the day In this street to nowhere Eyes starring through terrible places where you play your childish games

The Machine

Days are short and nights even shorter You give your best to get the reward Nights are short and days even shorter   Your breath gets faster and faster In this life you’ve got not time Days pass and years pass even more   Work to work and work to live Your pulse gets faster,... Weiterlesen →

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