to bask in glory
for an accident
feels awkward

Mrs. Bigglesworth

using that shape
to hide those years
but still, i´m an animal

Mrs. Bigglesworth

seine tiefschwarzen augen
sagen deutlich
beweg dich nicht

Mrs. Bigglesworth

holding my breath
to hear sun
touching the snow

Mrs. Bigglesworth

i am wastig
my time
with nonsense

Mrs. Bigglesworth

working amongst dead people
creates an absence
of intention

Mrs. Bigglesworth

why is the light gone
where could it be hiding
maybe i´m not searching

Mrs. Bigglesworth

the evolution
of human cognition
had to be a failure

Mrs. Bigglesworth

noch drei monate
was sind schon drei monate
bloss lebenszeit

Mrs. Bigglesworth

ich wollts schon tun
jetzt hats er getan
und es tut scheiss weh

Mrs. Bigglesworth