lördag 18 januari 2014

Head trauma,
Static errors,
Lighting glows,
Crackling lightning.
and unrequited love.

Slide through my shows,
Maybe you will find anything fitting.
At Least enough to entertain you.
More the previous owners,
Of me.

I want to shut down this mess,
Leave this schedule,
Unplug the machine.

But I guess you can't really judge me anymore,
When we are the same,
You my dear friend,
My lover.

Close the door behind us,
In to an empty room,
With just a monitor,
Flickering in the corner.

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