i'm walking through mud / heavy weight / sticky toes / there is no visible path & my footsteps wash away as i move forward / i am not following a fixed route / i'm not going to a certain place / the idea is the walk in itself / and i continue to trudge along in the mud / my feet are my only companions / time has no meaning in this place / i'm afraid to stop / this cannot end / there is no night & day / everything is mixing together / nothing is clean / there are no lines / i feel the worms under me / they slither at a slower pace / i encounter many / i step on everything till i fall flat on my face / i instinctively touch the mud with my tongue / tasting the wetness / tasting the soil / i carry no burden / everything is left on the trail / sometimes i remember the sorrow long forgotten & i feel a strange emptiness washing over me / it beckons / calling out to my senses / i won't mention my name / because i no longer have a name / my insides are void / i have torn out my soul & eaten it / feeding myself with indifference / eating all what's left / there is no way to recover this / even desire is make-believe / the only remnant of sorrow is in my stomach / processing / transforming into the grey nothing i am so proud of achieving / every forgotten tear is acid / my face is no more / every winter i die again / no blossom / no miracle / a succession of death after death / trembling twice / i kill to survive / survive in my own personal death.

we believe in protective censorship.

© 2010 the list - all videos, images and texts are property of the list