Moon darkens the sky
no bumblebee flies
sing the sea to my lies
birds compulsivly cry
wind glitters the grass
green, yellow and blind.


Sing the sea to the wind
that cries, compulsively, cries
shines water in creek
dies creek in the ground

Hush the frogs that sing in the fields 

as their sing is cry and their cry is fear

Hush them all as they cry for thee

as they cry for us, as they cry for me.

Dry the dew that caress the grass

with that softened touch which once was mine

Dry the tears that the frogs brought back

as it adds dead weight onto my back

A weekend of sorrow

A weekend of expectation

A weekend to remain in the dark

A weekend to turn

a weekend to metamorphosise

Waste your intellect

and loose yourself in perception

and see if you can stop

once the weekend's dead

Turn, turn, turn

into the arms of perception

Turn, turn, turn

into the arms of perception

waste your way

fall into alienation

Fade, fade, break

fall into the void

fall to your back

disappear your lack

of estimation

Blind yourself

take your common eyes off

and use the ones fear lends

Get away from life

if you don't live it to the fullest

Endure.

Empty is when I'm down

my heart, my mind

My soul wonders around

and I am stuck

with the pain of watching

with the sorrow of a widow

cause my married self has departured

and I am stuck

I am paralized

Secretive secrets

remain hidden to me

but I don't even want 

to find out about them

I don't care

I posses my own 

secretive secrets

that I probably

won't ever share

And the pile will grow

and grow, and grow

until they crumble

on my head 

on my mind

on my self

Or they will blow up

like a swollen balloon

splattering everything

and they'll be 

splattered secrets