Blep

In the morning I´m awaken by the darkness.
I touch my wrist to control my pulse,
to see whether I´m still the lucky one
or whether I already bit the dust
day by day same awakening into the nothingness...

None of this none of that, no reason why, nowhere to go
nobody to talk with and nothing to talk about
everyone is alone in themselves,
skinny Don Quijote is saddling his Rosinanta.
and god is a blind driver behind the steering wheel...

I switch on the phone - answering machinge of strange feelings!
Bad news coming like policemen by dawn!
I´m half awake and half still in a night's pause,
I should be smiling but I have a smile of a mickeymouse,
Mornings should be banned!

Some good mare in the radio is playing Chick Corea,
it is really cheerful time like in a mausoleum
I´m queing to become a mummy, circles under my eyes,
pink break of the day does really move me not...

You´re saying something about what should be done,
our imprints on the bed are slowly getting cold,
everything is veiled by shadow,
by whose fault the lumberjack split us with his axe?

Our beds are separated into two independent states!
Decorations at walls are like border wires!
It will not come in sleep, sleep is sweet faint,
there used to be a love in me but now there is nothing but empty wrath!
Wires should be banned!

That damned hour, the minute, the short moment,
when things are not black but nor are white,
when there is no more dark but not sunlight eighter,
awarness is a pain without the blisfull anesthesis.

My pulse is wild and I feel stabs in the groin,
to fall asleep to free the mind,
on the knees I´m listening your tears,
it is too late for living and to early to die.

What used to be yesterday is now as if it has never been
coffee is drunk and there is none
things that you don´t want to happen will happen though
and bread with butter always falls by its wrong side the ground
Butter should be banned!

You are speaking of hope and your words are roving
just like a spy satellite around a planet
to undress pyjamas is relatively easy
for 20 years I have been talking and now I feel like
being just quiet

From a poster on the toilet, a fat pig waves me while water rushes around,
Everything's said, and carried away into the septic, I'm just left here, to breath a few more moments..

I touch my wrist and it is already tommorow outside!
Clock signal a new morning,
I´m half awake and half still in a night's pause,
i should be smiling but I have a smile of a mickeymouse!
Love should be banned!

In the morning I´m awaken by the darkness
I touch my wrist to control my pulse
to see whether I´m still the lucky one
or whether I already bit the dust