Poezie
dream (EN)
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Pieces of life, the heavy chandelier fell
Light shrapnel, shards, in a dark flood
Removing the curse, self inflicted spell
The growing chimera inside the blood
Unable
Everything gray, pale, sick
Tick...
The saber coming down
Drawing a blood letter
Tick... words... tick...
They begin to speak
Variety of models
A whisper...
Thick...
Unable to understand
Two and a half decades since my bleeding mother
Screamed me in this world... still don’t know why
Why in the hell she even bothered
To give a life... then leave it to die
To bend
Unable to be
Hemophiliac dancing on a river of ice
Razor shards, blades, crystal ruby wires,
Daily spices
Nightly fires
Spires.. spires..
Crossing spires
Laughs
And all where ready to scream
Me, just me, and only me, I’m everything
...NOTHING...
Said destiny
Silently moving the scythe
Sparkling jewelry upon the naked neck
Behind everybody’s back
All is black while black is white
And white is black
For the scythe
The blood,
The neck
Unable to forget
And then you get it
The feeling,
It feels as if yesterday returned
Three episodes of death
If there is anything to get
Out of that
But death
And more death
And more
Unable to continue bleeding
Like that strange felling you have
The simple wish to kill something
Destroy something with life, with hopes, with past but no future
Only to watch it disappear under the decaying autumn leaves
Only to know what you feel, to sense you’re self again
To remember what you where and see what you’ve become
The autumn or the leaf...
Or whatever they are both hiding
Such calmness follows
Seeing the hollows
Left... at last
Until next time
The saber ticks
The chandelier rains
Pieces of hell
Tick...
A heaven thick
Tick...
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