poems.

call me.

last night was bad
you spoke to me
-call me-
was what you said
call me,
when bad things happen

mea maxima culpa
was what seneca told,
but I don't know
how anyone
could be blamed for this

last night
it was bad
like all of my demons
just came over and
kissed my mind goodbye

they uncover me
until I'm totally naked
and that's why
I don't like all of this red
lines on my skin

-demons were kissing me-

last night you called me,
but I was already naked,
adding new lines to my skin
it was bad
when you called'n
when we hung up again

so
my flatmate was going out and
he's taking those pills
I know,
there is other stuff
to take your pain away,
but I'm not a smoker

I have to call you
when it's getting bad again,
but my demons told me
no
I won't call anyone, anything
no
never

my flatmate
he had those pills
left alone in our room
so it was just me
and them
for hours
me and them
and
so much kisses

today I woke up
at the evening
red lines and drugs all over me
covering like a blanket
now I want to call you

mea maxima culpa,
cause I can't blame anything
for going crazy

but last night,
you know,
as we hung up

I just should have called you back