Pocket Guide for the Disappearing Soul

Rolling stones deviating from their course
Suicide stones at the gates of he(ll)aven
Sugar canes in a spoiled childhood dream
Swallowed by nitemares,
spooks in a line like soldiers,
eating dreams like salty seas’ crashing waves

One last nite i would like to visit with my sorrow
Yet one fucking little night full of desert
Deep down the hole, another hole, kidnapping secrets
Kidnapping souls and crashing hearts
into tiny green glass parts
So what’s the point to stay?
What’s the point to still stay
Down earth and up the hill
Staring at nitemares, all in a line like soldiers
Swallowing dreams, spoiled childhood dreams
Who lost their way
- If a way was ever to find at all
Like salty seas they taste, they’re crashing waves
Without a shore
To rest their heads
When it ends…
…take a bow

- Lara Flack XX