Category : Poems

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A halo clinging to the neck of the blurry bottle, i take a few sips of sour selfdestruction, many burning red ants slip down my throat, it's like i'm drinking fire, 
but i'm not coughing, no spitting of foggy, grey smoke. 
Some moments shed their skin like snakes
and a change dares showing up to the light. From being petrified, i start to thaw. 
Warm shivers run a parkour through my muddled up body, and a crow-like laughter of a joker splits through my drunk mouth because of everything i can hear with my ears. 
The metal snake finally starts losing love for me and pushes me away, out of the grab. With dizzy, spinning steps and a blurry look i have through my spiderweb eyes i spread my illusionary wings, start to fly before i fall and hit the ground like a luciferian angel. 
I don't want to be a piece in those tight fangs ever again. 
Sometimes the visit of that chemical reaches a bad end, it floods out of the cave that's my mouth and the daily life-feeling hits me like a hammer. 
Or blackness of the rest you get at night arrives sooner through a time machine, stealing tressures from my brain to leave me a mystery behind.