tales of woe and despair

like the sinking

upon the wave fronts of

the travelling oceanic currents

that drag along with them

the lycht at the ende of the tunnel

from that comes

the black

pool

of deadly sins

and our

past

like a journey to the centre of the earth

that dives ever further down

and never comes up for

a breath

of air

and that festers

in the bowels

of hell

and takes upon

its broken back

the signs

of the moon and the sun

and that makes the tides in the ocean

that drag along with them

the lycht at the ende of the tunnel