Trauma ( Rhyme and Music) – K.B

 

Sweet decadent scent of (daily life) trauma in my perfumed night 

 

 

 

Trauma ( Rhyme and Music)

 

 

 
You know
That moment
When everything
Falls down,

When there’s
Not enough
Cash to distract
Oneself,

Not enough love
To feed on

And a constant war
Of the ragged
Nerves against
The machines
That castrate
Your desire?

I bet you
Do.

Things
That were shut
Deep down
Come up
And start
Playing
Mind tricks

Until the past
Traumas
Find a way
To the conscience
And paralyse
The mind
Into syncopes.

Went for a shower,
It woke up
The monsters
With their Berlin
Wall in the eye
Ball.

Had to find
A way of escaping
At the cost
Of losing
Some feeling,
Some fuel
To head
For cosy
Sleep
After
Making
Love
To the world.

I don’t mind
Obstacles,

But these
Are heavy dykes
Made of concrete
And authority.

Every second
Of freedom
Is born
From bad fortune

But even at night,
Alone in my room,

I am not safe.

I am not safe
From myself.

I am not safe
From the
Sleeping
Monsters
A few meters
Away.

In their sleep,
They mutter
Words of vengeance
Against the solar
Passion of their
Offspring.

Their dreams
Are made
Of void,

And they
Have the same
Pale faces
When they wake
Up in the morning

Hurrying to the bathroom.

I need to forget
But when fate
Doesn’t sleep,

My traumatic
Conscience
Elaborates
Schemes
Of my downfall,

You can see
It in my eye ball,

Through their
Berlin wall.

 

 
K.B

 

 

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