You smile and we arise, we crash, and I die thousand deaths again and again.
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
Light the fuse, I sit on bombs
I’d stick to the world in your palms
I can’t stop grinding my teeth
Excuse me, let me breathe!
Don’t tie me to the back seat!
You can’t hear me praying on repeat.
When I wake up I’m afraid,
I feel cold and betrayed
Secretly hiding your good-bye letter
into the sleeves of my favorite sweater
knotted around your swaying waist
We dance – a death tango, fast paced
Somebody’s beneath my face
Somebody else took my place
Let me go, or start listening!
you look – my heart’s blistering
… The truth that,
my blood is black,
my heart a stone,
my face made of paper-
and you´ve rewritten me,
written all over me.
your damn will…
Every time you etch my skin
with your dreams…
You´ll find me quietly,
writing insane laughter,
and hot tears, silhouettes –
of rage, passion and murder.
But, if I´m not killing you…
who did I slay then?
pic: White Mask, ArtofAviya, DeviantArt
shyly touched, softens a kiss
dance upon the tip of your tongue
clinging to the tip of mine
vapor, breath, secret warmth
you taste of coffee ´n caramel
lipstick marks… I miss them most
I use to leave your cup to keep me
company till you´ll return to me –
till we kiss again, till I taste you again…
Across the table, a lonely cup
with lipstick marks on the edge
and I´ll never see you again.
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.
It´s not your touch I´m missing
nor your perfume I remember.
It´s not your kiss, I hallucinate,
nor your lips pressed on mine –
I must not see myself in those eyes
I must not feel our hearts rhythm
I must not taste you, devour you,
breathe you, desire you – if it´s me…
If it is me, who destroys our love.
Love and sacrifices are only meant for mortals…
Those were fate’s plans for the prince. His aberrant behavior lead to something more than the insignificance of a dust speckle. Still…
The deep blue void has many laws, unknown to humans. Which all-living things have to follow. Only very few of them referring to earth and the contamination of it. Some of them are about the balance of darkness and light, but most of them are about the void. The nothing, the emptiness, containing everything – black, white, blue, yellow, heat, radiation and vacuum. The world of a star. Everything hostile to a human body and life. Continue reading “the morning star”
This is not only about me, my stories, or my search.
It’s about the sky and the stars, and everything behind that deep blue void. Behind that distance, the stone cold space, deprived of… meaning?
That’s not right.
It isn’t the lack of meaning.