daily record#300324

surrounded by
your waves of mutilation
your tear stained masquerade
and a smile
a drop of selfpity and
some chains of command

carefully considered and
so you become older
considered to be your
most carefull lie
in rags of wisdom delivered
by nothing
and haunted by some-
thing

before we fall asleep
you´ll find your cryptic axe
and stamp some postcards
in advance
before you start your journey
of despair
(from which you recently came back)