Go on

Take out my tongue
If i talk too much,
Take my heart,
Step on
And jump
Till nothing will be left.
Just soul to soul.
Maybe then you
Will not be death.
It is just your ears blocked,
And heart a bit
Of future, past and fear
And present sinks
In „i don't know“
called vodka river.

Sharp knifes draws tommorow -
Pasion red
With no heart left
To compromise.
Tik tak, tik tak
The clock sings
Now heart beating,
No breathing:
They are off
To heaven.


And it is higher then the hell
With a right to interupt