Shower Pt. 2 - Drowse

Cloud eaten by the air;

For months

Bile spilled from throat

‘cause I don’t trust anyone:

It rains a little less

I’m still afraid of death;

I’ll «take every pill that I can find.»

When I’m drunk at night

Stumbling in that light

The sky speaks:

«You've „learned to hear like

A psychiatrist“

Your self-faith is a

Mask that hides you from: —»

—I want to be alone

The air smells of images

So I eat some snow;

In sleep, my mind is glimmering

Disconnected from reality:

Where meaning finds me on its own

«What is it that resonates in us?»