people mold their masks out of fear,
fear of rejection in certain groups of friends

be yourself or be someone else

its strange
ive never met
you
but
i miss you
more
&
more
each day you
are not
here

You are my pen
        I am your paper
Together...
        Let's write our
happily ever after

It is a harmless
bloodbath under the moon,
when you stop moving.

Ripples on cheeks
deepen in the fog, that will
settle on red eyes.

Someone should
lift the burden of life from
the trembling hymns.

Talent lies in the blood.
When it floods
out,
A master-piece is made.

A mix of arousal and tears,
A mix of wanting and fears,
A mix of needing and lacking,
A mix of beauty and sadness,
Never enough.