The world comes crashing down
With a bit of red sorrow
Sadistic smiles make me sob
But the tears won’t come out
Depression and neurotic paranoia
Glass filled with dark liquid nerves
That replace the tears too transparent
For my psychological convulsion.
I see the world in different colors
And they’re all black and white
Even the blood coming out of your mouth;
It stains my cheeks with dead-black lice.
Un-fortune or bad-luck
I ask her ‘What’s the difference?’
She just starts and keeps screaming
In my face; dulling fierceness.
I’m plagued with parasites
Nobody listens; nobody knows
Drip me blood out of our lips
Drip it here, where I can feel
Its warmth.
