I watch you sleeping
in the morning
with little drops
of dew on your eyelids
the sun shines dim
through closed curtains
you breath as
gentle as universe spins
miniature birds fly
for us but dare not sing
as to not disturb you
their goddess of the Earth
and I look at the
center of my world

A little wooden doll springs
to life each night in my dream
in a wooden box hung
over firing hearth

Soon it’s gonna be over
and I would help but my
skin is glued to the chair
ripping it with flesh if I move

I’m crying and bleeding
from somewhere of my chest
where the tears are poison
coming to the hole in my heart

Eternity later helpless knocking stops
and life is taken by flame
that rises and slowly
fills the lightless room

It’s strange though for I’m
certain I see everything burning
but the world
just feels so cold**...

Light gave itself to the blind
(forming the tones of a rainbow
in front of their souls)
but they did not know it
and being scared and scarred
by many a sound or touch
in their eternal night
forced on them in simplest
evilest waves of rain
(and choruses of thunder)
they rejected the perspective
forever in their halls of shadow
each one separately dwelling
on cold stones of time
with wheel spinning round
the world as explicitly
as the moon and the sun

Then when the Light left
in search for open shores
they felt a backstab on the
top of their spines (a gentle
pich that span their believes
out of line with the dark
in their hearts) but it was
just the closing starless night
(and it was far too late )
that brought false order
back to its unworthy place
(where it was then and now
and will be unchallenged
alone)

Nothingness and nothing else
Young and old locking the doors
Pills designed to numb the pain
Mixed with *** and Mary Jane
No one's in there ever again
And even if you hear breathing
Don't mind it, don't bother knocking
It's just that wicked corpse
That drove the soul away
It's just that poisoned mouth
Wishing in whispers to die today