Die geheimen Tageb├╝cher von einer verderbten Existenz

Behind these gates you will hear my thoughts screaming like nerves under the sun and feel my emotion laughing to the empty ether.
Welcome Dear Wanderer, make yourself at home.
The road is long and tortuous and I hope you enjoy yourself.

Fraternally Yours,
Poison Creeper

Tuesday, 2 October 2007


[Lydia Lunch ]

Stopped. Alone...
In the Night of Space.
He's twisting inside himself
He's twisting inside.
He takes the Night Walks with the Pain Gods
through the alley's mouth.
Unseeing, He's not
Unseeing, He's not.
Transient to the Arena of Space
He comes to inflict.
Cursing at the Sons & Mothers
who never knew any better
it's always bitterness
it's always bitterness
Bitterness replaces the Pain
which poses as Pleasure.
Treasures left buried in the mud
replace the dull thud
which cackles in the Sleep Chamber
Lost in Twilight's last gleaming
I fight myself
I fight myself
with swords and words.
Encased deep within this spoiled flesh
oh Night Sickness rushes in
Oh Night Sickness rushes in
Oh Night. Sick
Pumpfucked into Oblivion
bullets squirm around inside me
feet kick the inner gut
from below
Fire eats away
I'm burning baby, so slow
Busted up by bricks, stones, sticks
shit gets in the way.
Twisting inside
Time drops dead in the space of a minute
I found someplace in Limbo
I'm trying to crawl out of
I'm trying to crawl out of
I'm trying to crawl in.