When the sky is depressed
I can't be bothered to write
So I rewatch movies
Dreaming of being amnesiac
When I'm feeling down, I strip naked
And dry my tears with a flamethrower
I quickly get bored and fill my gaps
Ejaculate in thorns
And vomit in lagoons
I masturbate too much, my palm is smoking
I'm going to play a GTA in
The Kingdom of Hyrule
It's snowing on my blooming land
I sew my heart in a haberdashery
With wire, do I look like I'm laughing?
I'm the fool in the goat farm
I offer notary ties to
All breastfeeding moms
I have crowns on
The molars, yet
I've never had the bean
And, to extinguish the sun
I spit water
Every night, in my sleep
Freddy scratches my back
I lead a dissolute life, out of my bed
I catch a cold
I need a steam inhalation doubled with a
Ode to Joy
More often than a carpenter
I touch wood
Don't sulk, I love you with all my liver

When the stars die
We will look at each other without crying
We will hide the sadness
We will be left without dreaming

I can't manage to make friends
With my 3D printer
Definitely, disheartened
I wander in empty rooms
I call in vain for stretcher bearers because
In my dry trachea
An oxygen bottle is hindered
My brain is under construction
It's an endless construction site
I observe the world through
A one-way mirror
Shiver with pleasure when I read
The Songs of Maldoror
Lying on the back of a brachiosaurus
I'm neither for monarchy
Nor against listening to Prince
And Queen in a bed
King size in pure autarky
Bureaucracy gives me hives
I've been called a hypochondriac since
I sleep on a stretcher
The eternity of Men is a chimera
Nothingness scares me much more
Than hell or Lucifer
Look at my fears in this case
Writing is my elixir when
Nostalgia grips me
I crumble, I eat
I drink the Tiger and the Euphrates
I yawn, meditate, I search
I miss, I find, I scratch
I blur the tracks, I
Bawl, I cheat, I crack
I track, I refine, I catch, I shine
I rap
I move forward in the fog, dizzy
I've burned drafts
By closing my hatches
I will be silent when I have said everything
I water the grave of my childhood
But nothing grows except oblivion

When the stars die
We will look at each other without crying
We will hide the sadness
We will be left without dreaming

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