28.8.11

i hold
you hide
halves of a nutshell
as such will crack open
to feed the needs of others

3.8.11

this eye is a bleach you spill
tresspassing you crave nothing
woke me up from a dream through another
to ask myself either i've never slept
or i've never been here
while i know
you`re not anymore
leaving this place of wakelessness