Inside the Tunnels

Clean

Its over, and im cleaning up

I found somethings,

Maybe I should keep them or not.

Making me nostalgic,

Both glad and sad.

Letting go is hard

Moving on is a challenge.

Anonymous

An assumption;
Its all clear, everybody is there,
Reality is different, almost like a rottened fruit
fermented and musty.
Things are ugly and hateful;
so are people, people you love mostly.
I wonder why the people loved have a weapon
Weapon to fuck you over, in all ways.

The weapon spits, spits in your face,
The weapon, is a python constructing around one
To kill with strength by clinging on,
clinging on even more!
The weapon has a vaccum, to lift you up by the hair!

If none of this breaks you,
Of course only if your a seasoned fighter!
The poison, the deadly one, is the support the weapon has,
In forms, of blood, and some like the ones who can take a bullet!

The support we believe is ours,
A very stupid thing to do!

Wheel & Axle

Fear

Twilight

Rainbow Moments

Let Rip

Men In Black

In Between

Unlock

I have no magic spell,
No words to tell
Open so I can step In.

Darkness remains,
through the light perforating
With a smell so faint.

Chained and unwell,
thats what it seems,
I understand, but please.

Unlock and unpack,
before its late,
They will all leave.