I was on my way

to the train station and

there was a delay

on my connection

as I was waiting

my eyes got caught up staring

without caring

at the people crossing

tossing ashes at the ground

where no dreams are to be found

my mind drifted apart.

right now,

you’re my only start

I don’t give a fuck 

if you’re stuck

inside my head

even when you’re sharing your own bed.

I don’t care,

it’s not that hard to bear

increasing madness

brings along some kind of happiness.

I don’t mean to be unkind,

but do call me, if you change your mind.

call me a hypocrite and

ask me how can I doublethink:

here, let’s have another drink,

by the second gin,

I’m already at sin,

undressing you in the dark,

kissing your birthmark,

we are already on a spree

and in a glimpse you’re promising

to kill for me.

off limits, concretization,

means jack shit,

compared to such a vivid imagination.