Het maakt geen verschil
Er is in het leven niet veel te willen
Waarom zou jij me beminnen
Als ik dat wil

Group Therapy

After an hour staring at my feet

Felt hands squeezing the feelings

Out of me, believing I owed them

The truth

Deep in me, only lie

Endless pits of anger

Seething through my eyes

Licking on my teeth seeking

For a chance to be freed

From me

As if I am not already

Unified with the rage

Weakened by the plague

Sickened by the taste of

The cold blood running

In my mouth

Torn

Thoughts overflowing my head

I´m like the wind and time moves so fast

Trying to retrace my words, my actions

never seem to be in line with them

My heart is so heavy and in denial

Your heart is bruised

It will take a while.

Oktober

Het is oktober.

Mijn vingers tasten de aarde af eer ik een bed graaf
Waar ik mijn vermoorde zomerse dromen zachtjes instop 
Om vervolgens met mijn hand op mijn hart te beloven 
Dat ik mijn volgende kinderen niet het zwijgen opleg

The destruction

A sick, twisted way of keeping your emotions under 
a layer of ice and bittersweet hurt.
Constantly biting your tongue, diving into fires until the past burns.

The ache, the surge, the cleansing flames.
Then the sting, emptiness and deep shame.

Emptiness

Push my fingers deeper in my chest
Only to find out that nothing's there
Total emptiness
My heart has already left

Untitled

I am committed to a silent wish
A whisper in my heart
To some pictures from a distant memory
Some life I left behind
Where everything was much simpler

Every step I take is to find that lost wonderland. Instead I just walk further away from it, deeper into a web of poison.