at the thamse

bet she dies at the themse
killing her leaves him empty
it didn´t gave him the thrill he expected
more drained then before
he lay there behind her

cloud

smelly
        clouds
                 dust
let me breeze

yellow

black and white
              sometimes
                          yellow

everywhere

fog everywhere
i see light
bright bright
i switch it off

bright

shadows cast upon me
i feel the light

shadow

fade to grey
      o there is a
                shadow

breeze

back in the forest of life
tree of death is haunting me
i breeze