I’ve known the stars,
as I known the fates
of every woman and man.
Their precious time
for a tiny bit knowledge.
How easy to fool!
How easy to betray…
I gave them the science-
how to identify
the minutes they expire
Of all punishments-
this is the harshest
Becoming a human,
forced to dream, to desire.
Dying when the stars
go out, one by one…
pic: Your face is the night sky, by MaricaMalice
Why are the nights brighter and less delusive, than broad daylight?
Is it because I know it’s a dream I’m observing?
Is it the lack of cause and effect?
Is it the knowledge of not being punished?
Am I innocent? Can I convince myself, that I did no harm?
Did it ever cross my mind, that I won’t stop suffering?
Will I ever give it a rest?
The only chance my heart gets to speak to me – the only truth and desires – is when I dream. And I am not listening! Not even then!
What does that tell you about me?
… 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
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.