There is a gaping, shrieking pain in me
A mad woman tearing off her hair
On the bottom of an empty abyss
My heart cries for her, it cannot do anything
Looking back to ruins, smouldering decoration
I wish this were but a bad dream
If parts can be glued together and work
If life is not a grinning sarcastic midget
What now? Prayers, penitence and hope
Mercy will have its last word, but the horror
Of the moment will live long after
In a memory crippled by satanic voices
The shock of my collapse anguished by lies
Fragile trust succumbing to monstrosity
The tree is down by one casual blow
Which comprised weeks of derailing love
Accusations and guilt follow like sheep
I am sure I will never do the right thing
Want the right thing, another grim touch
I just want to cry slowly, eternally
Monday, 13 July 2009
Midnight Breeze
Goodbye, my dear, in the blaze of the setting sun
It was me who killed you
May you live happily in other people's lives
And shine as you did in mine
Too greedy, perhaps, too desperate as well
For a place called home, me forlorn
On the ocean's shore in the wind
Eternally lost, wondering what is life
Days will come and go, the same struggle
Mistakes and victories, the mill-wheel
Did not mean to hurt you, nor me bleeding
Sitting on a crater with dynamite
Desire splitting the Earth in two
Everything could be overcome but that
The life itself, the life that turned to kill
So that is me, waiting for nothing
Too close in our whispering dance
See the fragility go up in the air
Thread-like shapes, pouring hearts
Broken, twisted, cracked and shattered
But why, why this torture of a garden
Where things were ready to grow?
Is it a lie or is THIS life?
Did we seek our blood from the beginning?
Maybe, maybe we lied before we spoke
Who knows the truth when your part is missing?
Your choice not to suffer more
Mine to stare into the midnight's breeze
More likely, we crashed into our mirrors
Recognized ourselves in disappointment
As the true faces of our incomplete lives
As two languages pressed into one sentence
That is how our trajectories beguiled us
Promising to be THE path, while behind
the soil, magnets misshaped maps
And we missed in a devastating boom
Waiting for the comet's second round
Energies that pull themselves into each other
The half-time of anguish, that is left
The full-time of the moon over the road
It was me who killed you
May you live happily in other people's lives
And shine as you did in mine
Too greedy, perhaps, too desperate as well
For a place called home, me forlorn
On the ocean's shore in the wind
Eternally lost, wondering what is life
Days will come and go, the same struggle
Mistakes and victories, the mill-wheel
Did not mean to hurt you, nor me bleeding
Sitting on a crater with dynamite
Desire splitting the Earth in two
Everything could be overcome but that
The life itself, the life that turned to kill
So that is me, waiting for nothing
Too close in our whispering dance
See the fragility go up in the air
Thread-like shapes, pouring hearts
Broken, twisted, cracked and shattered
But why, why this torture of a garden
Where things were ready to grow?
Is it a lie or is THIS life?
Did we seek our blood from the beginning?
Maybe, maybe we lied before we spoke
Who knows the truth when your part is missing?
Your choice not to suffer more
Mine to stare into the midnight's breeze
More likely, we crashed into our mirrors
Recognized ourselves in disappointment
As the true faces of our incomplete lives
As two languages pressed into one sentence
That is how our trajectories beguiled us
Promising to be THE path, while behind
the soil, magnets misshaped maps
And we missed in a devastating boom
Waiting for the comet's second round
Energies that pull themselves into each other
The half-time of anguish, that is left
The full-time of the moon over the road
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