the silence is heavy

suffocating

in space stretched out between us
lays dead souls

remnants pieces of our soul

and I can the deafening silence

grinding my bones to dust

gripping my empty heart and

squeezing every little life left

till it shrivels and goes dead

(and you pick it

bury in the sand

watching it disappear

swallow up by the earth

drowning in golden grains)

and the silence is heavy

deafening

i can hear your silent whisper

crying from your lips

it's raining_

and i’m shivering

curling my self inwards

(you are dancing in the rain

slow steps. open wide. engraving each drop in
to your skin.)

and it's silent.