There's something special about
your eyes.

Not the way they shine,
when you talk about the things you love.

Not the way they glitter,
when tears are rushing down your cheeks.

Not even when they light up,
with every word you spit out.

No,
There's something about

how they look in a never ending void,
when you're dead.

And I regret nothing,
except the past we share.

Are you in love with the broken and the frayed
Do you like how their tears drop on their cushions
every night.
How they look at the paintings on their walls,
reminding them of their childhood.
Such a long time ago.
When their moms and dads would be cheerful
to see them again after a long day.
But now,
they're labeled as 'troubled' and 'depressed'.
When really,
all they need is you.
To fix their silly bleeding hearts,
to kiss their chapped lips,
to feel their warm touch
and know their naive thoughts.
To be left alone, again,
by you.
Do you feel complacent,
when you re-tore their fixed hearts?
Now all they do is hide in their rooms,
left alone to cry again,
on a new colored cushion.
Red stains all over their sheets.
Knives as glimmering as your teeth,
in the last smile you granted them.

Right before the sunrise and just after midnight
During these hours
I feel infinite
I feel like I've finally found my destination
I am those hours
I am the awakening of the dark
The wind blows and the leaves rustle
And I have found peace within myself
For I am whole

You're an illusion, Dido,
in a frame of broken glass.
Bleeding at the edges,
maimed on the inside.

Obstinate refusing other men's hands
entrenched in old habits.
You've built a new kingdom,
on the ruins of an old man's land.

There, alighted a lost bird,
pleading for a grain of wheat.
But he ate poisoned bread,
due to your undying generosity,


O unfortunate Dido,
You exasperated heart is healed.
But hit with the wrong arrow,
have you dived into the dark cave.

Blind to the falsehood
of your second darling.
The pain of the first trapped,
the unwanted ring.

Your call for help
dissolves in an infinite echo.
His fleet reached the open sea
and vanishes with your renewed happiness.

Escape the pain in your chest,
the ornate sword levied,
throw yourself into the fire of your sorrow and grief,
to finally fall into Sichaeus' arms.