in the dark
of a burnt out park
lie the hearts of a few
wandering what to do

left alone
vulnerable and prone
nowhere to stay
bodies burnt away

searching
and guessing

dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig
the shovel into the ground you kick
you sweat and bleed so hard for this shallow grave
you forget the freedom and love that your mother gave

people rolling
numbers playing
losers tolling
bells flaying

winners missing.
millions listening
to the sound of a streak
leading to the pot they seek

pie
in the sky
baked with diamonds

what do you do
no sides left to choose
nowhere to land
in a world made of sea and sand
will you completely forgotten in the deep drown?
or discover the beauty of the ground

On the patchy gravel you park your brand new van
The door is opened for you then closed with a wham

Welcome to my humble abode
Did you have any difficulties on the road?

Waiting. for the end of time
Listening. to the muffled hyme
Sitting. on a comfy chair
Watching. everything with a stare

Armour on my back
Gun on my left
Sword on my wall
Drink to my right

the remote
speed along the lifeless boat
nobody drives this restless craft
not even the wind on a wooden shaft
the hull flies in the air and back on water lands

Dead People. Dead People in the air
upwards. but not into Heaven. Just clouds
all their lives. beliefs. traumas. gone, is it fair
released. Don't feel ashamed, or proud

fingers burnt
lessons learnt
but say goodbye to happily ever after
bow down to the flaming master
the wisest are slain
and the fumbling fools die in pain
all your built up knowledge is useless

I like watching other people on tv
said the wrinkling old lady
helps me remember the days in which i was free
I think I will go there, one day, maybe

Once upon a time there was a man with a frown
He lived in a funny house that wasn’t upside down
All along his street were houses from which he would recoil

rats tails twitching from the wall
wiggling through cracks, on the ground they fall
pushing and squiggling together as a mass
rubbing against the dirty floor like a rash

the king ruled in his empty room
guarding his kingdom against endless doom
his armies stood vigilant on a checkered board
and on the wall hung a rusted sword
he moved a piece in the endless game

Watch. Closely. The fall of an Empire
Consumed. Suddenly. By a mindless Fire
Shaky ground. No Love to be Found
Listen to the forgotten. Can you hear the Crumbling Sound?

here lies a sea of graves
but atop it was a city pave
a city which sings and swells
simmers, glows and smells

beneath its dusty streets
hiding in tunnels away from the heat