Colonizing your home.
Treasuring an inside.
Breathing at the outside.
S-u-s-p-i-r-e.
Suspire.
Disembodied enigma.
Stumbling around.
Loosing pace.
Catching vehicles, flip flops, dirt, sand, dust and an atom of a mermaid´s land.
Tracing the trace.
Crossing roads.
Reds and olds.
Rights and lefts.
Mapping the downs.
Grading the ups.
Pulling the sea.
The horizon below my knees.
Freezing.
Rising in-betweener.
Golden heart of a poor sinner.
Colonizing my home.
With claws deep in my ridges.
Covering an empty cell.
Walking in distance.
Closer to the mist.
Embracing.
Facing a mother´s hips.
Mother of home.
Swallowing a dry tone.
Listen.
Doom.
Sagging moon.
White fatty flesh.
Carcass of inglorious chest.
Sucking a dead man´s whatever you wanna call this but it is still dick.
Guarding a last standing order of a chilly marauder.
Bright heart of an arch sinner, you ferryman of a ditching hunter.
Colonizing his home.
Never ending rivers of slithering thoughts.
Rainbow of suns.
Glasses of hollow runs.
A sour coma reigned by a bastard´s ball.
His second lost on the way to a war bride´s scissoring prurience.
Euphuistic.
Stretched at the shores of the opposite.
Watching the difference.
Loosing my home.
A wolve is sleeping on my throne, peeing on my horny crown.
Howling like a baby.
Hailing the hall of flagless groomed ladies.
Conquering the outside.
Masks of an inside.
A masquerade of extravagant tasks.
Adoring a skinless past.
Homeless colony.
Is lost.
Lost is.
Where.
No here.
There.
Compaired with.
Questioned.
Beaten.
Opened.
Riven.
Wide.
An horizon.
A tight spot with sight.