Don’t drink my salty tears
– you’ll stay here, with me.
Don’t eat, no flesh, no fruits
– you’ll dissolve into my nights.
Longing for the killing bright.
Don’t kiss me on my eyelids
– you’ll blind me
for your heart and soul.
Don’t fall asleep in my arms
-you’d become a part of me,
bound forever to my fall.
Don’t love me the way I love you.
You’ll burn to ash and smoke.
As redemption, take my numb silence, as a gift.
pic by Yannis Kyriakides, Lethe