Sing

So many pigs.
So little space.
It's hot and cold
in the same time.
Their feet are still.
Their hearts in race.
They sweat from heat,
the chill is in their minds.

So many pigs
are crammed inside
this little space
of mine.
They're dirty,
they're afraid,
their skins are soft,
they're breathing hard.

You let them out,
they stay inside.
To free them
they must
die.

They never sing,
they only cry,
they all know
they must
die.

I'm a monster

I'm a monster.
And I know it.
My monstership
is all around.
My tentacles
are itchy,
my pupils
vertical.
I talk in Chinese
to the chimney stones.
My flesh is green,
my claws are shiny,
they even light
my pathway in the dark.
I feel obsessed
with your illusions.
I know exactly
what you dream at night.

I am a monster
and you know me.
I am the one
you keep inside.
And when you close
your eyes to see me.
I'm always there
smiling, shining
in the dark.

When it ends...

There is a day when every blog comes to an end.
This blog ends today.
From now on we will move back in time, until we reach its beginning.

Endjoy!