Sunday, red stains the sky.
Blood had been spilled that night.
A shadow walked down the street.
The infamous Mr Crowdwatcher had seen the whole thing of course, he hadn't interfered either, of course. It was not his business to interfere in the matters of the world. Whatever may happen happens for a reason, that's what Crowdwatcher lived by anyway.
His existence, his reason for being, was to document the events of the world, and he did so very well. With apparent ease he could be in multiple places at once, or so it seemed at least. One minute he would be watching an assassination attempt outside of the Vatican and the next he would be d
Post-its with love on, stuck all over the place,
I think I might photocopy your face,
so I can see it anytime
as the clock finishes its acid trip,
followed by the drip, drip, drip
of the vampires feeding.
On the leftovers of the hearts you've broken.
Time to insert another token, press start to continue.
Another shadow I can't escape, those eyes that follow me.
Around the room, the very same one you killed me in.
Do you remember?
That one time, where we laughed at the crying people,
I will never let that happen.
I'll let you in so you know how I feel.
Take your share, feed your hunger,
I don't care, i'm out to lunch anyway.
Let's go swimming in the corpse pit.
Make friends with the deceased.
Play them a funeral march fit for a king.
What else would we do, fall in love?
I wish you were here with me right now,
smothered in love and sprinkled with horror.
Love is fear and fear is love
so you must be a heartbreaker, Sweetheart.
So here's to revenge, vendetta's all round,
Oh waiter can we get some more glasses over here please?
Pull up a chair and take a drag out of me.
A flash of teeth and a flash of the knife,
remove the circulatory organ from it's oh so rightful place.
Oh Baby, you're a killer,
with that lie on your lips and poison in your kiss.
Ple
Current Residence: France Favourite genre of music: 8bit electronica Favourite photographer: suzi9mm Favourite style of art: black / white / rose Operating System: the human brain - a strange kind of animal MP3 player of choice: blackberry ^^ Shell of choice: novellist
Favourite Visual Artist
well without thinking - van gogh
Favourite Movies
the virgin suicides,
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
crystal castles, the xx, robots in duisguise, you love her cause she`s dead
so my dearest deviants!
if you thought mr. crowdwatcher was lazy the last two weeks you were absolutely wrong :) in the meantime i worked on the design of the official homepage for my novel "the seven gorgeous deaths of alexander crowdwatcher" and now it seems time to see it online on HALLOWEEN 2007 (which seemed to be the right day to get it uploaded :) ). so if you dare please check out
www.alexandercrowdwatcher.de
and leave a comment in the guestbook! i would appreciate soo much! and please forgive me but the whole side is in german - only because the novel was written in my motherlanguage and the whole side is for promotion :) instead
Kiss and forget
Heaven seems small
From the place that we are
The ash of our cigarettes
Falls down on a star
Love is not earthly
I told you before
Breathing is hard here
The cherubs are torn
Betrayed by the novels
We said bon voyage
But far from the movies
Not sweet is our love
Ourlove was not warming
A coalpit instead
Where demons and angels
Laugh in fired beds
Shivering in hunger
In want for your flesh
Your skin is pure white
Your lips are so red
Lost are our families
But we do not mourn
Our earthly belongings
All victim to dawn
All caution forgotten
Final death met
Come to my bedside
Kiss and forget
Whatever yo
violetta
we are drowning in the corpse pit
making friends with the deceased
all our life is just a movie
playing sad sad kissing scenes
razorblades on bookshelves
umbrellas for our hearts
our eyes are in a close-up
holding hands while we all starve
we are drowning in the corpse pit
making love with the deceased
it`s so lovely getting wasted
doesn´t matter where we sleep
too tired to be desperate
we are going for a walk
your consciousness so very mortal
hurry up and tell me all
we are drowning in the corpse pit
marrying with the deceased
violettas down there in the garden
death and beauty are her fees
it´s not ea