Akatastasia

akatastasia
…welcome to my schizoid world…

condemned to live with scars
despite of my urge to hide and die
leisurely i blur all desire
and never externalize my fire to be alive

my apathy grows anew
i nuzzle behind a hood
of free falling constancy
conspiracy genetic legacy
in simple words my pain
this white stuff which i take
to wash all dirt in myself
i know i’ll become the prisoner

bury me in the heart of a stonewall
i would like to die
(free) falling endearment of a knife
getting my breast is just a gibe

…help…

i exist ‘cos i smeared
ashes to heat me from mother earth
i eat i drink i fall asleep
i think ‘bout double-bottom of my heart

my apathy grows anew
i nuzzle behind a hood
of free falling constancy
conspiracy genetic legacy
in simple words my pain
this white stuff which i take
to wash all dirt in myself
i know i’ll become the prisoner

bury me in the heart of a stonewall
i would like to die
(free) falling endearment of a knife
getting my breast is just a gibe