StarSuckers.

I’ve become
Schizophrenic.
Holding on
To what I feel.

The closer I get
To better know myself.
The thinner I dissect
My burning thoughts.
The more I try
Not to lose control.

I’ve become
Asphyxiated.
Falling down
Inside myself.

Starsucker.
Starsucker.
That’s all
What I am.

And I keep on
And on, and on
Self-destructing
And falling apart.

The more I write.
The more I bleed.
The more I dive.

Deeper and deeper.

The more I die.
The more I …
Realize.

See what I am.
The wretched
Prisoner of my own
Fucking spiral.

Yes.

I’ve become
Schizophrenic.
Holding on
To what I feel.

The further I reject
My dusty certainties.
The more I preserve
My hopes and dreams.
The more I try
Not to lose confidence.

I’ve become
Asphyxiated.
Falling down
Inside myself.

Starsucker.
Starsucker.
That’s all
What I am.

And I keep on
And on, and on
Self-destructing
And falling apart.

The more I write.
The more I bleed.
The more I dive.

Deeper and deeper.

The more I die.
The more I …
Realize.

See what I am.
The wretched
Soldier of my own
Fucking darkness.

I know.

I won’t touch the sky.
I won’t touch the divine.
With or without teeth.

But I’ll try.
Yeah I’ll try.
Until the end of my life.
[27.12.06]