Let's trash the Invictus. :P

burn, burn bright,
indefinable form of life.
scorch the night 
that covers me from head to toe.
i thank whatever gods may be,
for I want to eat your indomitable soul.

in the clutch of circumstance i latch on,
you are a guide, an elusive faith,
a potent drug at the end of the maze,
i, a nihilistic parasite use
to escape the bludgeoning
of fate.

well. there isn't anything out there, is there, captain?

Diminuendo/ "Goodnight, sweetheart"

round and round, upside down
blood rushes to the head,
eyes heavy-lidded,
pupils dilated, fear,renewed desire
heading towards the slaughter-house
darling, we are inevitable.

spokes of wheel of fate,
grazing flesh,
legs tied to the handle,
cold sweat, look at me
let all possibilities of life die out,
love me a little,
eternity of nothingness waits,
our carcasses are strung up like art.

can you hold me
in all this spinning,
shiver a little,
death is ticking like a pulse
the moment has come,
kiss me goodnight, darling.
screams of the slaughter-house has begun.

not an ode to cigarettes

a flicker of flame, 

dark claustrophobic space, 

tiny explosions under the skin 

contact, a meeting of ends, it's on fire,                                                                                                            the night will keep the intrigue, intoxication,  

let the smoke get in our eyes.