Conviction.

I create a head from papermass and pour poison over it,
but nothing happens.
You said it would bring good fortune, but you lied.
Yet I still believe you.
Your lies are like bitter truth to me.
I don´t feel alone any more.


-WZ-

My bleeding soul.

I hate to admit that I love you so much.
It makes my heart bleed and my head hurt.
I feel dizzy and my vision is blurred.
My emotions mock me and kick me when I´m down.
You are everything to me!
You are nothing to me!
It pains me to feel once again!
My feelings for you are stronger than my soul can bare.
You live in my thougths, my head, my heart!
You have invaded my inner sanctum and I can´t force you out!
You have damned me to love you!

A vision.

I watched the children play a game,
an old indian game.
I watched them killing animals in the streets in july...
...in the heat-wave in july.
I...watched...them burn!
The children looked at me with burned empty faces:
"Come and play!" they said "Come and play!"
The afternoon rain washed them away.

-WZ-

Just the beginning...

Getting out of myself shows me the way to be free.
When the time has stopped I have nothing.
So the only way to see,
is beeing me.

-WZ-