Random Poems
Angel Of Death
Everything dies.
Like the stars shines.
And the mind sinks in wines.
Nothing left, then bones and ashes.
Together with futures trashes.
No rememberance how it smashes.
Everything must be this way.
Nothing is worth to pray.
And and bed of blood to lay.
So quiet and loud.
As dancing so proud.
And slowly dying arround.
Without You
When dignity one portion ok by me disappearance.
When dignity me the Midgradsnake devour.
When dignity me the death at lust jump.
Nothingness might worse being.
Nothingness would be more fine.
Drunk dignity self in ancient world wine.
Everything would be sorrowful.
Mine world wäre delight.
When width fields would be stud farm.
Lost would be my mind.
Final broken my black heart in the Sand.
Deletes the flame close by hand.
Vampiric Lusts
Lust of death
Are running through my bed
They are making my mind red
Blood is everywhere.
Blood is there to share.
Blood is the cloth i want to wear.
Blood is the drink i love to dare.
Nothing makes it complete.
Nothing stills my greed.
All i need is you to bleed.
It bleeds like a wood on fire.
And looks like me in the mirror.
It is pleasure in a barb wire.
Makes corpses even dryer.
Nowhere to run.
It is a game with a lot of fun.
When your blood is mine, everything is done.
Blood is the truth.
It is the eternal youth.
With it everything feels intesive smooth.
Like a bone is climbing on the mountains roof.
Everlasting flames of doom.
Always darkness in the room.
The end is comming but not soon.
Mori
aught self ever to you grief done credit , so does to me this grief.
aught self ever to you pain in the done credit , so do this to me grief.
aught self ever thee affronted credit , so does to me this grief.
aught self ever thee not dear credit , does it to me grief.
aught self ever the courage not had credit , to you in the eyes to see , so does to me this grief.
aught self ever about thee dealt credit , does it to me grief.
aught self ever thee not loved credit , so does to me this grief.
aught self ever your act unvalued credit , does it to me grief.
aught self ever not serve advice comply with credit , so does to me this grief.
aught self ever to you not appreciate respect proven credit , does it to me grief.
aught self ever thee not fittingly treated credit , so does to me this grief.
aught self ever the life , the you to me gave despises credit , does it to me grief.
aught self ever your word misstreated credit , so does to me this grief.
aught self ever thee affected behaviour credit , does it to me grief.
aught self ever the danger about thee forgotten credit , so does to me this grief.
aught self ever your grief not respects credit , does it to me grief.
aught self ever the death about thee esteemed credit , so does to me this grief.
aught self ever thee derides credit , does it to me grief.
aught self ever this , what you showed to me forgotten credit , so does to me this grief.
aught self ever your demeanour in dirt drawn credit , does it to me grief.
aught self ever thee rejected credit , so does to me this grief.
aught self ever yours existence despises credit , does it to me grief.
aught self ever thee forgotten credit , so does to me this grief. aught self straight line drink , about the sorrow to overcome , does it to me grief.
aught self straight line drunk being , about at of me sorrow right to coming , so does to me this grief.
Nine Days
nine days of torture.
fine ways of fortune.
A lie of truth.
A step on the rooth.
A little bit smooth.
Don't need to move.
Everything is allright.
Every dark is so bright.
All around is so light.
The cigarette blindes the sight.
Which god will judge me.
Which one will bleed from the tree.
What will come to make us blind and see.
In the end everyone will just be.
Nine days of truth.
Nine days on my heads rooth.
the tenth day
Everything is said and done.
Nothing is here to stop the fun.
In the eyes of blindness
In the ears of defness
And the moon so sunless
The sun so moonless
Flying through desert winds in the rain.
Every breath is a different kind of pain.
The life becomse a positive shame.
And then everything should be the same.
Thousands knifes in the heart.
Nothing remains the same as art.
Like so many want to be smart.
And bodys drop like a simple card.
For the thenth day we ran.
And took everything we can.
Neon-Green morbidity
the order disorder.
refined sei she not to the threat.
Or cooked a mindly transfixion.
there is a at virgin leech paint house.
head over heels ambulates one and power himself little.
Head under leaks one she incorrupt.
genii your controlless craving , so expressly your.
her juices in thee into.
you see the colour when she sloshes fine.
faces paint at blood.
serve soul becomes to the lasting glow.
for she has for a long time enough condescends.
black cowl encases this sluth.
the incorrupt essence the extase the sin.
without the same also only a contact lawn how doggies.
on the same your marrow possession ward.
the genius am performed without finds.
so the same himself the new with those ancients ally oneself.
Wolves in the night
Dreams in my eyes.
Drag them inside my cries.
All the time lies, lies, lies.
Forcing peaces untill it dies.
Honesty builds a stone.
Awake me on my dark throne.
As the whores moan.
Passionfull of madness i groan.
And then i look, and see that rememberance is gone.
Everything is said and done.
No one arround to smile and have fun.
Always like a black wolf on the run.
Blood rins down.
And it is still here this stupid crown.
As pain gets drawn.
And wait for the death in the dawn.
Little Sparks
Wild, wild, wild.
Run through the maddows in the night.
As Devils have their inferal flight.
Dont want to loose out of sight.
You know, in infernal light.
That it is right.
So say welcome to the night!
Darknes lurks beside.
And we just simply hide.
Or is pain just our bride?
We aren't pround on what we done.
Maybe we will be burning in the sun.
But at least we have a lot of fun.
And nothing is said and done, untill they come.
Appologize after appologize.
Followed by lies and lies.
And acts of cries.
How about hiding not to share?
How about pretending to care?
And not asking if anyone is there.
Isn't it enough lie to play fair?
Impaled things like born sin.
Devils sing infernal chouros for win.
Or is everything closed, like a drink, in a tin?
little girlfriend
so little and fine you to being haste.
remain case , how one clod in to my neck.
self tin me heroic at thee turns; if need be.
you me sometimes to the totals blindness firmly rounded.
your smile power mine depression and little.
my heart at thee remains all the time incorrupt.
you – when sweetness , little bolus – remain eternal my.
come already! only thee let self in.
shed you about , the life my am your.
without thee self probable cannot more being.
alone yours affection it to see.
invisible in changing forget-me-not colours to paralyse.
my dream at me alone to experience.
chaos , my friend more and more to experience.
without thee appears to me everything so empty.
until then were you at a portion my sea.
embrace me request, I need it so very.
and when self my bed power war’s missing tar.
Suicide is the the only one loosening outfield this army.
therefore need self thee in vain more.
integra
integra, show me how to life.
Illuminate my think of mind.
in hallow water swapped.
eyes washed ; we be dumb.
nostalgy brandishes by my heart.
after of you message of the horror.
not my grief canopying.
so beautiful it also be.
journey away at to me to sun.
chastener mine thought of memory.
regulator think pain in the at litre of beer.
soda nothingness oddments when torturing haters.
integra, self comply with this wish.
irrationally he also outfield of you Fantasie originated.
him self out of reality renounce.
so be spunk my element , for eternal mine passion at thee burns.
loneliness
the everything am nothingness un nothingness am everything.
and self wants she not only all!
self white , there is a cold deathtrap.
and she true mine demons claw.
feelings are sowas , how stranger murmur.
not the wasp bludgeons me on the knee.
therefore entreaty self she ; all she.
the titillation mine soul ; universe the.
and so am being.
everything about the nothingness gives she to me.
cover mine soul on your.
she is mine burden ; the loneliness.
Midnight Ballade
when the sun go down.
and the night over us stands.
sleep through we , how she elapses.
Heerlich cooling she over us lives.
soda the ethnic heart heritage.
silver the fully moon seems down.
one duration him nichtsdenkend downhill.
loving couple case lonelier at.
and the night courts the stars foran.
sometimes desires one she held the own hand.
crickets chirp in game - quiet night.
the di women's libber against and again alone spent.
not warmgehalten in her paupers ,
there was the incorrupt Sommernachts - delusion.
depression knew one the stars see ,
on the sky beaming so clear existing ,
there was so acrimonious - sweet and fehrn lain.
when slave schmarzlicher memory.
one want die at soft conquest.
nothingness brings she again here ; this night.
no wish this ever again possible power.
finally one laughs her stars at.
pools back in frenden languages fine.
and sagas , at the end are all of us alone.
Witchdance
dance at you in the wreath.
outfield tulips and quartz.
they are soft on bittersweet way.
dead am permanent your turned.
sometime are she eh‘ burnt.
nevertheless power she spunk hard.
come in the middle , so come in.
in it hidden himself no sharped axe.
sometimes only overhasty mischief.
spirits she stroke tender on the neck ,
the decide am of the brew malt ,
move thee not , you are middles in the dance.
search by yourself and free ,
nobody talks to you objective into ,
think possession after , over yours decision.
of the excesses rambunctiousne
seductive on thee shows ,
she himself then slow bow.
she rice and support on it ,
you shed she not henceforth ,
show then your light at.
Opium
emptier space fuller illuminating shades.
one tin nothingness in it played seize.
when have to one new learn things to let.
one see by cagier eyes.
how himself everything neon coulored eventful.
the mind recognises one in it not.
one desires himself excruciating it would be one light.
to see , after which one his step directional.
jasmine couches hovering close by air.
Imaginary beauty stretcher but such cleft!
panic-stricken wrestles one gratifies ; night calls.
self the death exhausted not this mania.
one wants outfield the body , so the same the accumulation breaks.
blood am of the life Serum.
there gives no drum about.
fear flees out outfield the body.
of moment to moment feels one himself stronger.
the draws himself there , till one erupts its ease body.
there is only tired rouse.
how soft contacts licking.
how the door clotures himself the head.
one lives let till the sweat drips.
there is only important , when one himself self approved.
Glorya
you casual my heart at the moment quake.
self tin ’s not to you person opposite mention.
there is , when would she burst , mine vains.
and when dignity your sight think body paralyse.
are you so shrewd and aggierst so with a particular aim in mind.
mine soul hot because of to you deep-freeze.
almost so , when you thee in my life become established.
self wants ’s not knowledge ; self forbid ’s.
casual me feel cheer to the sun.
at thee inflammable self we gentlyest wool.
dear self thee? plays but no roll.
self wants she ; yours acrimonious - sweetness , little , romp.
Leg yours Arm‘ about mine leg Leg the legs about the neck my.
Leg your flossier hair about mine skin , fine.
it becomes so right hot and remains nevertheless incorrupt.
the chamber burns ablaze how you shout gorge after more , yours show self empty.
faith in it would another way? she becomes then at first right hard.
little , you are right possession and soft.
there is one ailing - catnip up and down.
you are empire at heart and passion.
it brings me to the waterfall. glorya , you are my everything only insistence on thick smoke.
my roof
emptier space fuller illuminating shapes.
one tin nothingness in it played seize.
when have to one new learn things to let.
one see by cagier eyes.
how himself everything neon coloured eventful.
the mind recognises one in it not.
one desires himself excruciating it would give one light.
to see , after which one his step directional.
jasmine couches hovering close by air.
Immaginary beauty stretcher but such cleft!
panic-stricken wrestles one gratifies ; night calls.
self the death exhausted not this mania.
one wants outfield the body , so the same the accumulation breaks.
blood am of the life serum.
there gives no drum about.
fear flees out outfield the body.
of moment to moment feels one yourself stronger.
the draws yourself there , till one erupts its ease body.
there is only tired rouse. how soft contacts licking.
how the door clotures himself the head.
one lives let till the sweat drips.
there is only important , when one himself self approved.
darker hall
it iterates himself continually.
I don't know , how not too bad.
only the same it continually new betrays.
one modifiers secret about the darkness about.
it stands not in the deepest fountain.
when dignity it become to fame.
nobody tin sagas ; it sounds stupid.
the time himself to hide am about.
so comes out so dummy your also are – now.
there is over when was it one buzz.
one tin it not permanent at a names crooked.
it silks there is one enjoyment - satisfactorine
so ambulates one there in darkness along.
self faith in to me thereby one wonders succeeded.
till self mine soul to the defence compulsion.
so black it also shining be.
there is beautiful incredible to entreaty incorrupt.
to dream to sagas ; there is my.
self ancestress , you know not , you make me incorrupt. perhaps am it , what self custom , about to being.
self becomes thee despise and nevertheless are you fine.
adorn not the wall , restrict thee on mine form.
you rememberable me at former hurtful treachery.
self go to by thee as of , darker hall ; tavern to me clarity.
A Story
Don't feel sorry for me
'Cause it's all part of my story
I can set you free
So stop to worry
Far away
Thousand of miles
But in the future's a ray
That beats all cries
Never wanted to fall in love with pain
She's my sin and i love it.
J'm proud of it not feeling shame
That's what bothers me a little bit
The others make my life complete
Sex is the lifes drug
Blonde and purple are my breath
I don't want to die when i shrug
Nothings makes it better
They kill me from the inside
I even cant write a goodbye-letter
Oh, how could i have lied...
Strings
Captured in the deserts sky
Pain makes me wanna die
Because i am unable to cry
Made of freezing fire
Try to destroy my empire
Which hurts like like wire
It shows that life is a layer.
Choking my throath
The reason is my vote
This is the end of my sort
Can't move anymore
No one is there
Like an empty madisson square
Lonelyness i offer to share
Can't hear her call
Wishing deep to fall
Not to be tied on this wall
Can't sleep all night
No power to fight
Death is shining bright
These Thoughts aren't light
Braking therse strings
would give me wings
Like returning to old things
On the Edge
Whisper me the death
I long to see the angels
And to rest in the eyes
Can you tell me what's wrong?
The sun is shining
And it burns a fire
That has been forgotten
No one is his own
Sometimes I think
The trees are pretty bored
When the heart becomes so thorned
Everything drawns in whiskey
Wine makes it clear
Nothing stops the fear
It goes on
Trying to travel between time
What is the true crime
It's a broken hearts club
Drinkin your hidden blood
You're so down
While lying in mud
You need something
That puts you up
Something that makes you rock
The Corner
I’m standing here tired
My neck feels so wired
The brain’s thoughts are fired
She sang to me a beatifull lovesong
Whatching into my eyes so long
I thought my dirty minds where worng
So I’ll never forget her tongue
Her voice was a seductive sound
She was banging her head to the crowd.
I felt her heart beating in her mind so loud.
She’s the living erotic
Brought my mind back to exotic
She owns my moveing like toxic
She’s making me erotic narcotic
The queen of the dark
She’s my life’s new mark
Like a lonely walk in a dark park
She’s the bible’s sin
Another longing heart to win
Like a wonderfull nightmare on gin
In this corner she’s my daydream
Her body moved me into trance
Exploding my opening minds
That’s what the corner finds.
The Werewolves‘ Coming
Come alive in the fully moon
Biteing you very soon
While playing lovegames with the spoon
Don’t stop to dream
It’s all hardly real
Untill the wolfbands‘ scream
It’s rageing danger
See it in the eyes of the stranger
He’s the hells major
He’s screaming to the moon
Chaseing you very soon
Licking your with his hot-cold spoon
Nothing is a dream
Everything is becomming real
Listen to the wolfbands scream
Your viginity is in danger
He wants it; the werewolven stranger
He’ll get you and never let you.
Tragic Theatre of Tongues
Gentely it tochs your skin
A wet and warmen sin
Burning passin not a little bit
Like an adiction that moves on
Feels like toching your bone
Your sense is it’s own
Besireing your body is like a stone
It feels exciting awsome
Your obsession burns like the sun
You need it now in to come
Tender kisses of poetry’s arts
Licking of tongues tragedy parts
A tongue-theatre of once lonely hearts
Intensive erotic begins to srart.
Everything goes out of control
Tongues play their own roll
Untill they go very gently very slow
Clothes fall to the ground
Wild screamings begin to shout
Now the tongue makes you loud
Again and again she screams proud
Restless and wild
Full of passion she cried
Tragic theatre of tongues plays nightwide
Last Ride
Burnt my house into ashes
Allaroud I’ver recived scratches
They made me like poor wratches
Playing all the time
Every word has to be a rime
This drawns me deep into crime
And pretending it’s all fucked-up-fine
I can’t stop hot-cold shivering
Scared from her shining delivering
Searching on the bottles ground for losts everything
All becomes red like wine
And melacholycity depressing mine
Just looking for the unholy’s shine
Crying makes loosers fly
While getting older
I become colder
Everything is a bother
Words may hurt deep
Silence tears more into peaces cheap
Someday it makes me an emotionall creep
I start feeling small and weak
Into this I like to slide
Hopefully there’s a last pride
While making the last ride
The Call
Awaken from the undead
Searching for the bad
Always near the dread
Like justice for all
A dragons fall
The poetry for me calls
And writing killing loves
Is it a teraphy?
Or just a game like Jeopady?
No, the poets tragedy.
It’s a tragedy what happened to me
It’s a tragedy in all what I see
Never a tragedy I wanted to be
It’s a killing kind of what’s called „we“
Getting day by day older
Nothing changes in normal order
My life written in a dirty folder
Death is my date
She’s the onlyone I can’t come too late
All I do is destroying and create
For it everything has to wait
Forgotten rememberance is save
Lost is all I have gave
I’m digging my own grave.
Drunken Perfection
Acting the nice makes me sick
I’m gonna make it all ends slick
And it’s gonna go – like a lightning – quick
Somethings doomed own to be
Like a blind man I want to see
The mind posseses me
I want to become the same worth as Pi
Like knowing I’ll die when you’re born
Deep in the heart is a wound with a thorn
Sweetest rememberance i on trash thrown
I enter the imaginery wall
Through life I have to crawl
In the night when Angels fall
An I enter the most glorious hall
Nothing seems to happen
My insanety becomes a weapon
And I search for my trap on
In darkest night
When devils flight
I’m longing for my right
Far away fullfillment is in sight
I beat the lovely wave
While I still crave
And try to stand brave
The Beginnig of the End
Deserving this
Something I miss
It’s deads kiss
Time runs out
The seconds I count
My heart like a dragon pound
And crying I fall to the ground.
It’s all a diamonds game
Nothing in it is to shame
Everything equals the same
Loosing things of importance
Building palaces of shortage
I want to walk on the sun’s edge
When the moon talks strange
Impress me with freedom
It was the loosing of all wisdom
She got me fixed on
Walking down the hall
Thiking all around she’s gone
Wishing everything would be done
Makes me ripping out my hearts sun
Time passes me by
And so hard I try
First Touch
A bright color of touch.
Where everyone has to judge.
Come and take it like a sponge.
Isn't beeing harrasted because of yourself enough?
Isn't beening banned done, because you like magic stuff?
Isn't it good by beeing called a pervert, because you like it rough?
Hate spins arround.
As you fall down to the ground.
And the toch makes you loud.
Fancying it for so long.
Even you know it is wrong.
Life is like passion in a song.
No answers about magical life.
No questions about the way we drive.
Everything means to dive.