Is there anybody out there...?

Screams of anger Strangled by the lonely night Desperate urges of quitting dance in a high rope Thousands of dark thoughts rumble in the midnight, rumbling without a sound No one hears you When you are lost In the deep space of your mind When the only thing that keeps you alive is pain and wrath When the only thing left in my land Is hell...

That time of the night When the dreams and reality mix And become one Nothing is real or unreal That time just is what it is...

Dark she was, Like a starless universe Empty Cold As I walked through her My steps felt soulless No regrets No feelings at all Dark she was, As she has always been Waiting for me to die when she is born And come back to this emptiness When she dies... Dark She Is...

Ancient spirits rise from the earth from the trees from the air, they call my name Is it time? not yet not yet, first, you have to lose an eye let the Raven carve my name in your wounded heart let Freya kiss your cold lips let your ship burn for me let your shield become ashes release your bloody axe to the eternal universe, forgive your enemies let the Thunder sing your song and the rain cry your tears... Let your name die let your story be forgotten and only then... Valhalla and AEsir will welcome you with arms wide open...

Walking through tombstones, old fallen crying angels the night keeps calling my name, a name I had forgotten, a name that smells of burnt candles and dried roses.... Only dust remains where my skin was, ashes and tears, and beyond this place a country slowly dies killed by the mob inside of us... This is the end... As the lizard king once wrote.

a bullet, in the name of sanity? with holy ears stuffed with money? which should have been taken by a politician? a bullet, for defending hunger, misery, drugs, and wealth? a bullet to stop the future which is now still, silent and rotten as the countries that abandoned us with their empty solidarity being eaten by the maggots, yes, the red and green maggots...

As the night swallows my dreams and my insomnia I wonder... Is there anybody out there? is there anything else than plastic, cement, steel, and alcohol? why this fire, intense flames, do not burn me at all but keep giving me pain and sorrow? why the moon does not talk to me anymore as she did centuries ago...? where... did my soul go? where... did I go?

As the blood drips on the floor, changing from warm to cold as my own life has, pain, depression, anxiety, fears, start to finally go away and in the distance a lady, a blurry image of a lady awaits for my soul....