They have banned GMOs in some places and are feeding me pesticides in the corpses of fruits
They came to my home and said that war is my homeland
Who are they? They are trying to bring me to death with the agony of despair
They won’t let me die in peace
They don’t even let me have sex get AIDS and hang myself
According to journalists, freedom is the destiny of those who fight
According to politicians I can’t be free to choose sex and parties
Throat cut by pink triangle with stars of David
The corpses of black migrants constantly float up in the clouds
The impotent importance of my house swells and will not burst
Europe falls asleep drunk on cheap alcohol with cocaine tears stuck to a torn cheek
No one wanted to fuck the hairy ass
The apartment is soaked with lonely sperm
He moved like a snake that saw a cute bunny
But everything around me was lonely
His long hair stuck to his sweaty shoulders
He stroked his buttock and looked out the window
You could see the whole yard through the glass
For example lovers were blatantly kissing near the entrance
Meanwhile the lights in the apartment went out
Out forever
I want to get burned by your hot dick and have everything around burn in the dark
every time I take my breath away at the sight of your lips and as before I want to kiss your cloud of body
the stars are spying on us but we are still at a distance from each other
the metal of your eyelashes hides your eyes and I’m trying to understand what’s hidden in your gaze
I’m waiting for a call I’m waiting for a look I’m waiting for a text message I’m waiting for a dick pic
meanwhile the years pass and I grow my roots into the grave soil
the house turns into a stomach that digest me
the burger blood of my body spreads across the parquet of time
I’m waiting for your arrival to me and your sweet words (I don’t even wait for intimacy or love anymore)
I sacrifice the silence of my home to you but you are silent
The river stays constant
Ophelia isn’t here anymore
There is no more poetry
I give you silence but you scream
the blade is in my hands for sure but you are very confused
I’m cutting your throat like bread
I need to feed on something other than hate
the sky above is blue like no one died