via syringes set into whores and paid with cold. Disembodied, gasping, I tumbled In the flush of a thousand cold lights, through this night of neon,
Un ciel linide Sans lequel je deambule Et hotte comme un fantome Entre les visages de marbre et les carapons vides; Ma preption de ka realite une vision
Alles ist unklar und zieht an mir vorbei Ich kann nichts erfassen und wei? nicht, ob ich das noch mochte Morgens, wenn die Sonne scheint, fuhle ich mich
Siren of souls Howling and piercing the night. These are the streets, Clinic fingertips. Sex and Violence. A naked soul, Smashed apart. Yearning, searching
I learned how it is to feel alive In dim chambers A wet body, closeness Warm thighs, tousled hair Loving hands, Caring words. Our footsteps in the snow
Conscious coma. Life is grey visions, Barely perceptible. Waiting for dissolution Clinic exitus. Physical decay. Like a thousand crystals Running through
