Death On The Stairs

The Blunjugunju

But the Blunjugunju came
and ate them all.
No one alive, 'cause the Blunjugunju
is big and green.
He's a citizen of Chelsea,
and king of the sea,
and no one can see him, just him,
but he only see him when
he smokes weed.

**?**

I? Sure...

I'm Seeing Shadows That Don't Exist.

I'm Bitting My Nails For No Reason.

I'm Nervous And My Life -I Think- Is Perfect.

I Stroll Along My Room Trying To Find A Reason.

I Smoke And I Don't Feel The Smoke.

I Listen To Music And I Can't Tell What They Are Saying.

I Trap My Self In A Exluded Place; As Not To Mess Up Or Bother.

I'm Dying Inside But The Outside haven't Realised Yet.

It's Just A Matter Of Time Until I Become A Flesh-And-Boned Ghost.

Down in Albion

A plane. Eh? What?

Planes, airplanes, quite weird
birds.
They fly through the sky and they land
anywhere they want.
A bird with metallic noises,
quite disturbing.
They are big and useless, like most
of huge objects...
I heard it! I heard it!
It was him, the metallic bird,
means that he's picking
me up, It's time to go, no time to buy stuff.
It's just that, not going back.
It's time to visit him,
five years have passed since...
No return ticket!