FLOWERS MUST DIE
11/05/09

Flowers must die
isee when i come back
from myu lysergic day dream
standing in the middle
of the glass and neon forest
with an unhappy name: City
Flowers must die
And i feel, that i die too
With a dusty flower
I feel like an
ill child
From the universe,a

Lost God in the dust of the City

Flowers must die
After the great asphalt-kiss
One of the fathers of my horror
Making money unliving theatre
I-m not machine adict
like the people around me
Bodies without open soul in the city

Flowers must die
The lost children of color
The diamonds of my trip
Find when they are gone
I want to be a stone
Not living not thinking
A thing without warm blood in the city



ASH RA TEMPEL