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

my stupid heart

You smile and we arise, we crash, and I die thousand deaths again and again.

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

murderpoem

… The truth that,

my blood is black,

my heart a stone,

my face made of paper-

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.

the morning star

I’m in love with the morning star.  (pt 1)

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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.

the name of the morning star

I’m in love with 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?

No.

That’s not right.

It isn’t the lack of meaning.

the crying poem

a shattered li(f)e,

fusing sharp-edged

broken promises…

refusing to accept

toxic

Leavin’. Running. Hidin’.

“…Please find me”

hurricane in a jar

Watching you burn…

Tears –

me apart.