This cold morning in hell

The air smells of fire
Freezing fire under a concrete ceiling
I can feel them in bed together
The head throbs with new season
Suppose sleep is the reason
I am not afraid anymore
But the fire and her pervasive smell
Tang this morning
This cold morning in hell

Fuck This Feeling

Playing a dangerous game with words.

Coup

Playing a dangerous game with words.

Stroganoff

Playing a dangerous game with words.

Heus

Playing a dangerous game with words.

Crowded head

Playing a dangerous game with words.

Words are failing IX

Playing a dangerous game with words.

A sudden path

Playing a dangerous game with words.

Author’s Lament

Playing a dangerous game with words.

Genoeg

Playing a dangerous game with words.

Extinguished

Playing a dangerous game with words.