The christmas tree shines its desperate appeal to togetherness
But behind it shines the glare of todays alonenes
we hide behind these symbols
a barricade against the empty glaciers of life as it is.
There is no security and our search for the secure loses for us the very thing we’re seeking to secure.
Two people barricaded behind the walls they’ve secured to protect themselves against that which they seek.
Two seperate languages spoken in silence a silence un broachable an isolatiotion unspeakable.
Even when spoken it lies un interpretabable.
A frozen heart unthawable that shatters with heat. The german and english desperate to not shoot but the only language available are brazen jacket shells that tear and distort.
A constant distortion of love pleas twisted into knife stabs and wounds.
We shatter ourselves on ourselves left with our torn selves and empty wrapping paper.
A broken promise, a dead butterfly and a crushed crysalis
If only we could speak the speech of broken hearts and pusy cysts.
Live an ugly life of this and this
Forsake the shoulds and oughts give a fuck you to the massed prescriptions but no all that’s left is a grotty cyst that hides the promise of what could of behind the supercilious should of.