[pseudo]
rocking back and forth
on a train thats bound for paris
france
lost in the back
with my luggage in
limbo
i danced with the faery
of my solitary
nights
she dances
with sugar
i spiked with my tea
and the language barrier
was not even seen
four words and im hopeless
again
and she winks...

[b]
i was locked in a cage
with all this time on my hands
staining them red
as if blood from the dead
like a bird with clipped wings
how i wanted to fly
and the scariest thing
not once did i cry
at the ghastly things
that i saw that they did
brutal animal-fucks
they deserve what they get