STILL BORN

Still born my love.
Some times I think
its better to be unborn.
Were you so alone
that only your screams
accompanies you.
Were you to afraid
to see the light,
to be free -
its in any case
just and illusion.
It's like the march
of voodoo dolls,
Scary - Evil.
Trying in your way to
to break the spell
of lonelyness -
taling to corpses.
At least a thing
won't denie anything.
To touch you -
my still unborn love,
would represent failure.
To see you -
my speachless friend,
would be the jerking jokes.
Looking in the dark for
something to touch.
No feeling -
No dreams,
just the dark reality thats
a immediate insult
for your vivid imagination.
Where you seduce sculptures.
Where you develop weired tongues.
Where no one could ever understand.
Sleep now - my bizzare
fearless soulmate
Set your soul to rest
where the angles are.
Tomorrow is another day
with no possibilities.
If only you see -
My blind consiousness!