Stars of blood are falling

From a sky of deepest grey

Into a bottomless bowl.

Skeletons of steel

Loom out of a rusty plane

And knock against rotting flesh.


Jewels are blinking

In an ocean of misery.

I’m pulling myself together,

Trying to find a piece of endurance —

Just a knock on the door

And a lie unfolds.


Butterflies of emotion,

Flowers of rebellion.

Spheres that descend

From heavens of contentment

Unto the gound-level

Of shining life.


Beams of light dance alone —

Silvery shades of beauty

That break the nightly shades.

Sounds invade dimensions

That never heard a thing.

Headlights in a darkness

That enfolds only nothingness

And nothing special.