Lorenz

Klaus Kinsky .

Flies danced around Amadeus box .

Klaus you were born  with a skull

carved into your  madness , 

looking at the world through 

the wonderless eyes 

of a twilight child .

 Incubus  walking with you

in a sleeping woman\'s dream .

Intra uterine camera miss Riefenstahl !

A messenger of death asking for fire

to warm the cold of your inspired delirium...

Navigating the river of darkness 

in search of the golden cities ,

transmuting taboos into mud ,

 sanctified scum ...

Ghosts of nothingness don\'t hear the cry of toys...

Klaus ,you play your part in satan\'s satyre .

Looking for  healthy  spirit in the scarred mirror,

remaining this sinner in the delights of torment...