Measuring my strength,
against the sounds
escaping from closed windows.
O heaven!
you saw me
escaping
from your garden.
Pale
as the mist.
I walked
along paved pathways
and found myself
behind
blood-stained doors.
You reacted.
I spat in your face.
You gave me the kiss of Judas Iscariot
O Janus, my god,
show me your
two faces tonight.
You hid them from me, for so long.
I will leave you.
Don't you touch me.
Put on me a mask of plaster
And then be gone...
Aug 23, 2013
Aug 23, 2013 at 7:18 AM UTC
Measuring my strength,
against the sounds
escaping from closed windows.
O heaven!
you saw me
escaping
from your garden.
Pale
as the mist.
I walked
along paved pathways
and found myself
behind
blood-stained doors.
You reacted.
I spat in your face.
You gave me the kiss of Judas Iscariot
O Janus, my god,
show me your
two faces tonight.
You hid them from me, for so long.
I will leave you.
Don't you touch me.
Put on me a mask of plaster
And then be gone...
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