Smashed Brain In A Living Room.

And they keep yelling,
yet keep yelling,
shouting,cursing and spitting
and crying rage
and braking vases,
braking themselves.
And the house is no longer a house,
now its a four-wall
madness.
Beyond Madness I stand,
I see and I laugh
with all the badness in this place,
with all the tears.
I'm waiting for the slaughtering to end,
so I can stop laughing
and start living.
But the thing is that they will keep
slaughtering each other
and  I forever will be
dead.

Cracked Parade.

There is a cracked parade
of cracked mirrors
infront of buildings
with no doors,
only windows
from the 7th story and up.
There is no golden music,
just the noise of boots punishing the ground,
although I cant see anyone.
Some dark faces in
the windows are looking;
Their faces talk,
they say so many things,
they scream,
they roar,
they write books
and poetry,
they splash human nature,
they flame
while being ice cold...