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 May 2016 Ákos Domonyi
saint
I want to crack every bone in my body, and turn my screams into twigs under your feet.
I feel my lungs breaking,
And my heart aching.
I need a sense of purpose.
Something to tell me that its all worth it.

Ascend me to the heavens
And let my soul vanish.
Tell god about my flaws,
I don't care if its tarnished.
Hollow out my thoughts,
Allow my eyes to become blackened.

I don't doubt your love,
But your resemblance is uncanny.
To the sadness in my veins
And the bleak future that I carry.
The bruises on my shoulders have been too much to take,
But the numbness never ceases to await.
Allow me to fall apart.
Take my life and give it to another worth the breath.
Destroy my view of the world,
And don't accept another like it.
My last words will be, 'I didn't fight it'.

Ascend me to the heavens
And let my soul vanish.
Tell god about my flaws,
I don't care if its tarnished.
Hollow out my thoughts,
Allow my eyes to become

darkened.
 May 2016 Ákos Domonyi
shryl
will you only have eyes for me?
i don't mean eyes as in looking at other storms
i meant eyes as in am i the only
one that you give that gaze to?

deep brown pools of pain.
pain that makes me
want to hold you and not let go.
pain that makes me
want to kiss you a thousand times and more.

eyes that melt me
and i let myself fall into them
but then feels cold whenever i stayed too long.
 May 2016 Ákos Domonyi
Aeerdna
A hand pushes me in the black
whenever a ray of colour dares to appear in my eyes,
even in my happiest moments
I feel its touch on my spine,
it sets worries on my forehead,
a hand designated by my inner demons
to keep me restless.

In the echo of my laughter
you can still hear the voice of my angst
eating me alive.


A hand wakes me up at night,
painting nightmares under my lashes,
pulling my muscles,
breaking my bones,
digging in my flesh with its sharp claws;
the ceiling pressing my face,
I die a million times and still it is not enough.
it never stops.
.
My mind hurts,
heart beats too fast,
cracking up my weak veins.
Paralysed
I scream and cry,
afraid of the next nightmare,
I hope one day I will be able to hide.

*In the echo of my scream
you can still hear the leftovers of someone
who once wanted to live.
anxiety&Co.;

.
 May 2016 Ákos Domonyi
Sarah
I'm easy-
I'm as predictable as a bud
about to bloom before
the summer sun strikes her
heavy blow and smokes
the flowers with a

deep inhale, a canon.

When I come up and
I go down
so quickly, I know that
I'm easy
and I know that I
must be a fool

a coward,
conversed in the pull back
the push ahead of
a tide I'm
cultivated in
conceding when
my toes can't touch the
ground and I'm feeling
my familiar fear

I
know
   that
      I'm
         a

      fool

and I'm telling you that
                              there's a war,

there are wars,
there are THESE wars:

where I'm the soldier
I'm the commander,
I'm the nurse,
and I'm the civilian,
the gun and
the sword:

I lie like a flower
in the trenches of
civil war.
 May 2016 Ákos Domonyi
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 May 2016 Ákos Domonyi
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Almost
is the saddest word

It's never enough
it's quite, but not entirely
nearly, but not exactly





almost does not make
quite a difference,
does it?
My friend has disappeared
He is a good and noble friend
I wish he could just reappear
I really don't want this story to end
I will play my flute in a marching tune
and sing my songs up to the moon
If you can hear me my friend
please just tell me this is not the end
I wish that all friends could stay with us until the end
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