...open your ears, close your eyes, tell me what you see...

when the dead paint with white hands
a laughing silence on the wall
the sleeper whispers still
unfold nymphic hands

mother silent sings goodnight
peacefully the child smiles
with so true eyes
in the brothel laughter dwells

poison – running through my veins
my fever glowing eyes
death's hand reaching out for me senseless cries

heartbeats – like distant thunder
feelings darker than black
at fallow light in cellars sighs
life denied