Whispering
away
the inadequacy
of life
The moral dilemma
of
being never found
Hiding in the comfort
of
every sunrise
Only to find winter falling all around


Making
idols
  from the pouring weather
Thirsty of warmth
rotting in a coffin
Words dying between folds of a letter
Staring in a mirror that is laughing





I see a man without a voice
His eyes as black as coal
I hear the silence in his noise
with
december in my soul



empty
chair
  is rusting by itself
on a fine day to
live and die
in a far corner which no one can tell
there's no standing for a final goodbye




porcupine
skeleton
  hangs in the closet
breathing fumes of a house burning down
dead babies murmur in a cradle of filth
afraid of the clown dancing round





the sky has been lit
on fire
and i sit alone watching the sun fade
strangers chant by the
pyre
consuming the idols science made




i see the time turning
old
the fear shall devour me whole
i ******* eyes burning cold
with
december in my soul
that fades in me and eats my heart
i am left with nothing to feed my pain
memories pierce like broken
shards
and here i bleed now once again
take away my name
and my lies
Leave me with my shadow in tears
i'm the duckling who couldn't fly
a stranger no matter what i
wear
weeping
autumn's
melancholic
colour
painting my window in a gloomy hue
where
i still sing to the face in the mirror
oh god
i remember a sky so blue


I remember


Watching the rain fall


I remember it all


There was so much more


No stained walls



No windows hiding in the dark


only people with no face



To have never left that old place



where december rained on my soul



found me whole


lost me whole