I barely hear those noises from behind,
When opened are the gates of elder dream;
The moon I reached was not that hard to find
In treasure of the night that's now supreme.
My simple voice cannot reveal the truth
Of blades and flesh in ordinary space,
But let me glance at them with eyes of youth
And be a star to whom you can replace
A skin of olden race. Mistakes you've done
Will stick upon your mouth like seven thorns,
Because one life means more than all the fun,
And guns are weak in front of greasy horns.
No matter what you do, remember this:
The silence jumps from madness to abyss.
If only you could draw in every night
like stars drew beauty on the vicious sky
your glance in shapeless thoughts and say “delight,
I grew in pain with eyes beneath your eye”.
Then throw your sorrow from your soul to mine,
but never try to stare beyond a blade,
and give me hope when quivers must combine
all pity corners where I’m just a shade.
If only I could read in heart and mind
the best solution to an endless breeze,
I would reveal the secrets of mankind
through my perception of its pure disease.
My peace, your peace and our peace remain
with love in life when life is now in vain.
Do you remember the snow-bound nights
when the flakes wandered the skies
like shallow doves
and you seemed, just like them,
overwhelmed with dreams?
My eye's darkness gazed upon you
from its two black circles
stranded in the snow of the flesh.
Do you remember the white nights
when the gloom slept in sleet
and I rested, just like it, in your thoughts?
Our legs and arms reached to our hearts
chasing on the vastitude of a mattress
the fluff and the innocence we have forgotten.
Do you remember the night
when I swallowed the stars
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The longing for my beauty bends a lot
those saddened bones I have to carry straight;
from legs to brain in pieces they will rot -
with helpless stanzas you'll confound my weight.
It's hard, you know... the gape devours my soul
when I confront the brightness of your eyes
and I shall dwell in darkness like a mole
that fights the sun until one fighter dies.
Be praised in life and glorified in death
your voice, your face, your deepness and your light
that bursts illusions from your flaming breath
and swims in twilight towards me, tonight.
Grow like a flower in my heart and stay,
not in this world to whom you'll be astray.