• Colourless thoughts
    Speechless words
    Seeing inkpots
    Life is backwards.

    Time moving back
    Chills on the skin
    The floor has a crack
    I can’t even begin.

    Thoughtless bubbles
    Death flows
    Dirt crystals
    Start to show.

    Scars appear
    Money has vanished
    And death is almost here
    It must be languished.

    Crawling, only movement
    Move to the door
    Down to the basement
    And hit the floor

    For something is coming
    Sees you in the night
    And it’s blocking
    All of the lights

    Shadows come from the dark
    No light is shedding
    Nothing can embark
    Glory is not for basking

    Life from above
    Is a lie?
    I seek no love
    I think I’m a bit too high.