scratch-screech
   
 

The path of your lies will guide me to your mind.
Slowly I will open the door and I get in.
Still on my trip through your cerebral death,
I‘ll rummage ideas and thoughtlessness.


I tear flippant crackbrains out of your nose
and free my devotion to you.
Never again will I get rid of you
by hurting myself - cause there are different ways.

You always lied.
And I found my way out.
Bang - Scratch - Screech - Crush - Grind
Jump On You!

I could even open the door to your indifferent heart -
I will squash it.
And my tears - they will roll out of it.
They return to whom they used to be part of .

©Isa Wiss_April 25_2003