Machtspiel

I could speak of nothingness,
suffering or pain, but
it will have been in vain, for
you all fall victim to
the lead I weigh upon your brain.

It gives control and power, this
insignificant constellation of meaningless
words. You read, you look onto the paper, when
all I want for you is to see the pen
washing the white away.

You all-knowing, magnificent creatures, I present
the newest feature in this circus of revenge.
I take your time. I take your life.
I take control, while
you're fading away, staring at blinding paper
covered in nothing but white.



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Servant and Liar

I'll face it, embrace it, chase it
every word that leaves your venomous mouth, I
will battle my way out of it, I
will show you how it's done

I don't have your scars, memories
or much of it at all, but
I can still see stars where
they're meant to be. They only seem
lonely to you.

Fine fissures finishing all that I've begun.
Just this once, I'll make you watch,
staple your eyelids into your skull so you
can do nothing but watch me, gloriously
overcome your quicksand phobias.

When all this is over, I
will come and kiss your every piece of skin.
To feel my antagonistic heritage flow
into your inconspicuous little head.

Wake up, you're not dead.
We've only just instigated this infallible
paradox of needs.



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Dreams

Dreams, overpowering and endless.
Though it seems like there is no end
in sight, I'll keep going.
Keep the dreamer's life awake, no matter
what's at stake.
I insist.

Too long I've lived by
the book, repeatedly telling of it
as though to make myself believe its lies.
I resist.

The urge to give in and close my eyes.
I won't fall victim to unresponsive dreams in
black and white, without end in sight.
I shall surpass illusions of deranged blurs
and ask for what I deserve, as
I raise my fist.

Dreams are lies, or so they say, though
I know mine may well be true.
I know my dreams are not to be run from,
not to be seen as reality's shift
They're meant to be,
meant to be lived.




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Confessions of a Tortured Man

It's the chair again, oh
how I longed for
this to happen

You strike repeat, strike repeat
not knowing that I like being
at your feet, for
here is where I feel home.
In the heavens of hell.

With joy I let you prick my hands.
With joy I pretend being one of your fans,
just so you won't stop
before the climax

I spill it all, every last drop.
I like its color, glistening in
the light from your eyes, in
those eyes I despise, eyes that
put me to rest.




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Freundschaft

I know you don't want
me dead, at least not yet.
So go on and let me feel
your pain in ways
no one has before.

This obsession with plastic suffering, it does give
you the touch of a god, of
something much like me.
You've got me on my knees, yearning
for my screams. All you get is
silence.

I detest your violence, this
act of begging for punishment
you don't deserve.
"This pain, this pleasure
it'll all be over soon."
These were the words of a friend.
These were the words introducing
the end.




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Medusa

Signs in the sky, brighter than
stars, brighter than the light in
your eyes.
My hair's become scarce; and
I know I won't last
much longer. Not without
your voice.

They read your name, these signs.
Like ones on the side of the road,
telling me where to go.
But

I can't move, something
is holding me back.
I cannot move, I'm forced to
watch the signs' shine
fade away into black.

I'm sorry.
I couldn't move.




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Numbers

Calculate me!
Tell me my number, hell
just tattoo it on my forehead,
so forevermore I shall
repel whom I hold dearest.

Day in day out they walk
in and out, with one thing gone:
their souls.
Lost to numbers, used to
replace their minds
with 10 new things to
worry about.

One: you shall not speak
even when spoken to
your voice shan't breach
the safety of your inner sanctum.

Two: remember who you are
not who you were, for if you do
we'll label you "disturbed"
and confine you to your thoughts.

With smiles from ear to ear, I
see them standing here, in front
of me. Awaiting whichever command.
I may give.
Yes, this is it.
The way to live.




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