Quecksilbermond II (“my love…”)
japanese ink and acrylic on paper
© Sophia Eisenhut
And ever so deep, sweet platypus
Alone in a place that only you can understand.
No one offers you help or lends out their hand.
They offer you shit, while you anticipate demands.
Then the shit hits the fan, and you’re still just as damned.
Paralysis creeps upon those who contend
And reality sleeps above those who pretend.
An idea of peace, and all that entails
Your spirit - it sleeps, while you fall to Hell.