Poet from
feeling the new times in Nødrummet, Rådmandsgade
Safe return no longer exists!
My house has no heart!
Annamaria
24. Marts
2009
Lawlessness - unlimited freedom, the internal law of
the creation of a "people",
anarchy right fist!
First come, first served
Psychoactive substances
why not!
People like Zombie, not alive but walk
Have blind eyes, to see despite the fact
"What kind of house, can someone tell me?!
In which miracle am I here...
This is not my house already
this monster, who wants to devour me!
I seated at the table and feel?!
Cold emptiness scare full to Fearful, spiritual death
house, where I am is dead
Dead my safe haven
Return
Keep on searching around I see nothing, feel nothing
Life is like a bird locked in a cage
Black hole draw sun
Enclosed in a bird cage!
missing freedom
without it dying!
Safe return no longer exists!
My house has no heart!
It has been rooted up
mental death gather toll
except me
in this
house there are
circulate lost souls - people-mirrors
One dimension mirrors - unilateral
You can see only yourself