Eclipse in the sky
Abolished wonders
Yet the stars fly
Out of the universe
And into your mind

thus you walked down
the holy aisle, all alone
and I see, the rotten coat your
skeleton has worn for eternity
is now severed from your soul
and you are enlightened,
you fathom the complexity
that arouses in the layers of your skin

what an eloquent way to
no longer suffocate in the
impalpable sepulchre of life,
but to be salvaged again

The piano keys
are being struck
and virtuous chimes
are flying trough
listener‘s opened doors
Her tender hands touch
deepest emotions of
a whole rough world
while she‘s uniting
sophisticated souls

Let‘s create an alternative reality
We can escape to
If the world goes under
And we only have each other
Left

I think with a heavy heart
about the futile attempts
to persuade you to live

and as I caught myself breaking
into a million pieces, the sun began
to multiply
almost like glass, I thought unimpressed,
but let it be my heart

I am freezing, shivering, I am so cold.
The lights went out long before and the sun is slowly setting and nothing will ever be okay again.
Curtains? Closed.
Jul, please stop crying. Yes, our hands are embraced but as if one of us could ever give the other one halt. No, this time is not different than the other times, you are still crying, mum still shouting, dad still working, and I am still breathing. But I wish it was. Different.
We both feel the tension in our never-resting minds, all this muddled energy in our heads.
The room, yours, is not filled with enough air at all, and mum is breathing so heavily that I am worried she might get a heart attack when she‘ll continue on raging.
We‘re in a theatre, mum is the director and she loves to see us burning on the screen.
Until the very end.
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Hey mum, I didn‘t recognise you, good that you are yourself again. I was worried you might never again turn into the less-stressed but still stressed-to-death person that you were before your fit of rage.
Jul look, now you‘ve made mum cry, what a misery she created.
Now the sun is gone, curtains are still closed but mum is with us again and you are still crying but this time it is your problem, right?

A lullaby for
The sun to set

All those puddles  
Of fallen rays
In our home-cities
Pouring, flowing
Into our hearts
The beat of places
We long for
From afar

The cold broke in
And we forgot
How it felt
To look into
Summer skies

above all echos,  
here I stand
with spread arms
it took me long to realise
I am strong
I overcame sysiphus
now here I stand
convincing myself
that it was faith
that led me here
to the hills of serendipity

Always on the run;
away from
your presence,
my absence
and all the stories
we didn’t tell each other
I‘m on the run;
away from
your glories,
my worries
and all the things
that teared us apart

I‘m done

Blood is freezing
in blazing veins
Fog enveloping the
empty shell of mine
Please, do not cry
it‘s a natural process
Ancient bodies are
fading over time

once again the sun has
drawn her curtains
but this time I‘m not sure
if she‘s gonna make it
through the night

in shadows of
abandoned cities  
and amongst
shooting stars
captured by glaring
street lights we
found ourselves
again

She haunts souls
In abandoned voices
Witnessing stories
In fragile minds

In the midst of dust
Words are lying
She gathers them all
To cure the blind

She longs for the whole
And gifts the world
With stories unheard
From left behinds

Fires
Tornados
Reckless behaviours
Wars
And scars
See, that‘s our world

And don‘t forget
That people are dying
Day for day
From illness
And pain
Because they have been put
Into deadly chains

the stars crumbled
in nightly monologues
and behind closed eyes
the moon dust
started melting
into waterfalls

we will count the stars
tonight,
even if the sky is
veiled by bitter dust
he is just the same
as you and me,
an emotionally neglected
living being
fed by the
hungry eyes of
little, unlined people
who are willing
to give

Onto the battleground we‘re nailed
Provided with guns and swords /
But our mission failed
We mourn our fallen words

I drew a painting
of us two
believing it wasn‘t
only blind fate
leading us trough
wrathful waves

A poem is not for others
But for oneself
To summarise
The endless pain

Dozens slowly die in sunsets
By the moon they are dragged down
The goddess, the mentor of purity
Golden hour, vanishing sun
She‘s playing with your hair
While in sunsets dozens slowly die
She maintains your horizon flare