Geenstijl

Het is weekend. Het geweld stopt hier.

225 days under grass
and you know more than I.
they have long taken your blood,
you are a dry stick in a basket.
is this how it works?
in this room
the hours of love  
still make shadows. 

when you left
you took almost
everything.
I kneel in the nights  
before tigers
that will not let me be. 

what you were  
will not happen again.
the tigers have found me
and I do not care.
Prettig weekend. En be nice.