libertine

far, far off this meagre existence she travelled
to escape
starvation, deflation, toxification
on the spinning wheel
of murderous, empty days
walking in line
far, far off from from where she cries
for the wheel races across her soul
without end, without telling her what it all meant
it means nothing to her

slowly she dies
in a neat, sweet candy box
counting her days in tasteless portions
to an invisible end

far, far off she travelled
to follow the walk of the Libertines
and gather spears
from their mental heritage
to battle the wheel until it cracks
and scream out FUCK to all that sucks
sad girl ran mad – but hell, who cares?

lonely she wandered but their secrets are hers
when she mapped their lands she mapped herself
and shot up her veins the liberty in her heart

she vowed love to milestones, gravestones of Arcadia
wet, wounded, worn, torn
in the rain of purification
in the reign of desire
dwelling in melancholic imagery
raising the dead by the map in her bag

she lifted the curtain
to the playground of their act
and invaded the stage as she realized
she´d come all the way to star a libertine
in the living scenary
of her own beauty
it meant everything to her