THE BOY WITH
MANY FACES


You have that face of the tortured
And ever so deep within your eyes.
The dumb down eyed candy
The obscene demon I despise.
You face my best and my worst
You face the faith I hold on you
You have a face for disappointment
And a face for feeling new
(You have a face for everything)
But you really don’t feel
Do you?

I want to kill you
‘Cause you did not break the silence
You did not break the glass
You did not grant the chance
To dance towards our past

I killed you…

You have that heart-rending face
Of “will you hug me if you please?”
The not knowing eyes
Of the burns you use to tease
You use that face to light me up
You use that face to tear me down
You face the facts with smiles
You face the love from thousand miles
You have a face for everything
But I really can’t tell
Can I?

I like you.
Why can’t this be beautiful?

You’re my shut-eyed ghost
I’m the wrinkles when you frown
Your presence lifts me up
And free-falls-me-down.

If your hands tremble or I’m able to hear you breathe
I know I’ll want rescue, but no alarm calls, please.

I killed you.
Why can’t this be beautiful?

UNDERNEATH THE STRAW

I am hiding underneath the straw
I swim across that smell, breaststroke style
I reach the old door, grab the knob
I just don’t know what I’m looking for

A bar reaching down for me
Octopus, dogs, buzzing bees
Alcohol, drugs, breasts and all
I just don’t know what I’m looking for

Tearing the itchy straw apart
Still have some on my head
Need to reach a safe bed, a pillow
I’m hugging you now, my shadow

And I dream

Women sing promises upon vague melodies
Men singing regrets upon the most attractive seas
Women carry the future in the form of a seed
Men holding the feeling of security

A bar reaching down for me
Eaters, violent, curious beings
Alcohol, drugs, men and women
Let me hide underneath the straw
Sleep on that smell, apnoea style
I lie behind the door, destroying the knob

I just don’t know what I’m looking for.