Once, I saw a man standing by a lake,
Hands by his side, dipped in ache.
His alabaster glass skin glowed blue,
confusion and regret, a heart too true, Continue reading “Under The Armor”
there is a spot in every human heart
a place where the beats start
where a sacred fire burns so hot
that time itself is blazed’n caught Continue reading “how to become a dragon”
there is this house between the lime trees
an old man with a black dog lives there
and on the collar, it carries a bunch of keys
listen – a distant jingle in the cold night air Continue reading “the other”
a woman walked the woods by a moonlit pond
her golden robe, hair’n scales in glistening blonde
she searched land and lake- on the silver line
her steps placed on the ridges of water’s spine
A cave hums into life,
as if filled with millions of bees
Glowing wandering Liongoddess
shines her eyes into the dark, Continue reading “hidden”
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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 Continue reading “little red riding hood”
One cold night the full moon’s blaze burns
The children tremble and pray, taking turns
The sky bursts its heartbeat into buzz’n thunder
Black turning into whistling metal, going under
My sweet baby, there’s only blood for your baptize
ready for bed, after the noise and havoc slowly dies
Stay in your cellars, a howling beast is out tonight
It’s something beautiful, deadly and cruelly bright
The night shivers with autumn stars
Highways packed with abandoned cars
Dark and deep silence solidifies into absence
shifting days and nights back into balance
Wishful thinking, being covered in leafs and mud
Meat and saliva, sweet baby, this is bad blood
I sat on the edge,
the edge of the world,
wondering, for a while,
where my heart went.
I saw footsteps ahead
I saw motion beneath
the golden horizon
I stood up… Someone,
someone is coming back!
“Is that you?!
You came back?
For… me?”
The shadow is close now.
Bends, we nearly touch
“I was looking for you.
Don´t hide or run. Seriously,
we won´t play next time”
too much, everything, all the time-
bursting into million shards of light
cutting, piercing, scraping, stabbing
stinging, blinding, melting sensation; Continue reading “deadly”
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