No name - a picture in front of my eyes:
A work of art with picturesque smile.
More miraculous than my phantasy
Could ever create - oh’ beautiful obscurity.

And when I feel the obscurity
Burning signs in my heart -
Could it be, that black is the colour
Of a cryptic beauty inside?

A black dressed heart
Recipocates narcotic laughs.
Body art and human art
Outside eyes - inside: a psychopath
Wandering around.

Toxic of my mind.

15/Jan/2007, 01:43 Uhr , Gedichte, Gedichte 1995-1997 ,