Dienstag, 12. Juni 2012

Demons

You filthy little demon,
sneaking upon me, grabbing me.
You live in a black pit,
infecting me with your insanity and hatred.
You keep crawling beneath my ribcage,
making me slowly decay.

I tumble with madness,
throwing words like knives.
I see the world shatter,
carrying your children to all the others.
I reach through my ribs,
tearing you out...

You filthy little demon.

Sonntag, 10. Juni 2012

Greed!

It's a Parasite, a little Insect sneaking upon you, a Virus that infects us all.

You need to eat,
You need to drink,
To sleep,
To talk,
To gossip,
Buy,
Have,
Keep,
Use,
Know

Know about your friends, your family,
You must know about lastest trends and things.
'Didn't you hear about this guy recently?
Then you don't seem to be up to date.'
You need to soak it all up.
collect, gather, harvest all those informations.

But wait!
what's that?

It's new!
It's shiny!
It's fancy!
It's modern!

That's it!
You must have that.
And you have to have this too.
You just need all those things around.
Price?
The Price is unneccesary.

Quick!
Hurry before it's gone!
Quicker! Quicker! Hurry! Hurry!
You're on the Hunt!
You don't just need it but you need it first!

'What?
This guy had it before you did?'
And it's not only that he has it!
It's bigger!
It's prettier!
It's just better in every single way!

Oh.....
You just have to have that.
'Screw what you got!
It doesn't matter that it's his.'

'Take it!'

He shouts!
You strike!
He falls!

Now it's finally yours.
You have it.
You own it.
It's wonderfull.
The most precious Thing you've ever seen.
You possess it!

But think again!
Is it you possesing this Thing.
Or the greed possesing you,
consuming you,
feasting upon your body,
breathing your soul?

Now you realise you're just the Greed's Puppet.

Quick now!
Run, run! Try to hide!
Quicker! Quicker! Hurry! Hurry!
You're on the Hunt!
But you're the Prey!
The Greed is always after you!

You can't escape.

Samstag, 9. Juni 2012

Random thoughts

Unable to hear the words of joy.
Unable to see the faces loving me.
Can't feel their healing touch.

Blinded and deaf tumbling to find someone to hold near.
But not finding her in this cold world.

All this noise is chasing me.