in times like these

I see my world in a different light

by the flash of a blade’s bright

new eyes to look at my old bruises’n scars

assembled in new constellations and stars

almost remembering

 

Fading to a shadow, husk of the man I used to be

the swirling blackness inside me came to agree,

 

your words are the cold gust I flutter in,

struggling towards you, like a banner for sin –

I dare not look

*

I’ve put myself together,

too many times…

*

my jagged edges protect me no more

from examining eyes,

little red riding hood

*

a drowsy little witch, with eyes like the angry sea

dressed in crimson, mouth shaped like a plea

she walked down the road to the black forest

right into its darkest, to a circle of fairy rocks

What’s a heart for?

*

What’s a heart between beats?

Useless pieces of wind-up mechanics

a still lump of  faulty desire,

shaped by struggle,

first times

*

I remember the sand between my toes

remember the first light invading the beach

remember the cold salty water

licking at my ankles, fingertips touching

said and done

I can’t wait for those nightmares

bad choices snicker at my scares

on the fence, I’m drying my sins

guts of a scapegoat fixed with pins

love is the problem

It´s not the heat you´re radiating

nor the light you keep emitting

It´s not the smile you gave me –

only me, that I keep protecting.

guarding

everything´s waiting

for her to arrive.

but she never will –

difference between humans and beasts

a loving mother with a lost heart

divided by duty, obliterated, apart –

buried alive in the black mountains

deep down in a forgotten fountain,