God of medicine
Have mercy on him,
Uproot this feeling
That dwells within.

Give him your healing blood
So he could sleep like a log,
Secure him dreamless night
By thy single sweetened drop.

Unsatisfied remains his love
That touches like bitter breeze
The tender spots in his heart
And cleaves his mind apart.

Be like a rose, or be like a sword,
Calm him down with your word,
Give him just a shadow of hope,
Or help to tie a noose on his rope.

God of medicine
Have some mercy on him.
Take the silent pain he feels within
Or let his tired eyes grow dim.

Breathless, the late dawn
Touches the stillness of windowpanes,
While cat lies, gently resting on the lawn.
The leaf withered, floats in shallow pond to die.
Herds of orange clouds spread
Their dreamy fingers across the sky.

Everything was as it should have been.
You were here (then and now) with me.
And then, the breathless day was suddenly set
And about to finish its perpetual journey.

Now, the footfalls echo through the empty apartment,
Playing the fake tune of here and always.
What was once young at bloom now lies
Trampled by the time hurried in its eternal chase.

Sitting at this limbo between summer and winter,
The crossroads of midnight and noon,
I behold the sky full of sun turn grey-
The silent reproach below the pale moon.

Then and there, the tempest, resource deified,
Attacks my solitude- and blows away the crust
That once, I think, beat as my heart,
Blows away the memories woven with rust,
And finally is breathless at dawn,
Watching as we slowly turn into dust.

The land of Canaan lays covered in blood
Which mingles with sand and yellow dust;
A solemn initiation of a continuing life.
The Temple has long fallen and its ruins
Are much older than the silent millennia.

From east to west, from north to south,
Wandering feet make themselves known
In the sand, just for a while until the wind
In his great wisdom covers them away
And hides them from the millennia.

And ye, gentiles, be not harsh with the souls
Of the buried, for they knew not their mistakes.
Cherish every rock and tree giving you shelter
From the sun for which there is no cure
As it shines unto you for the millennia.

When the land of Canaan shall be finally yours,
When the waters start pouring from rich oases,
Will you finally be content and self-satisfied?
Will your pride allow your heart the freedom
It has sought for the empty millennia?

With the altar and the Temple rebuilt,
Will your ***** hands throw down the trowel?
Will you lay down your sword and face
The wretched generation of enlightened men
That has grown out of the motionless millennia?

And when the King shall call onto thee again,
Will you come at the error of your ways?
Will you bow, will you utter a frightened grace?
Will you show him the haggard face
You’ve tried to hide from his eyes for millennia?

Or will the broken city of Jerusalem,
Will it always be broken?

Long has the wait been
And patiently I have waited.
Underneath the days a silent parody;
A thought of a thought of a man
To whom nothing ever happens.
Imprudent seasons gently rolling by.
Always growing, always falling is the willow´s leaf.
Hazy steps in the freshly fallen snow
Are trying to rook one to the endless empty sleep.

The hour is now rich for the reaping
Of the Inherited legacy of stillness.
And time, always time,
Yet ahead still walking or limping
Gives a deeper meaning for a while,
The eyes to see a lover´s smile,
And then slowly with the sardonic immunity
Sacrifices everything you have ever loved
To the single eternity.

I was with you that autumn day
when a performing mime accidentally
laughed loudly on a whim
and the disgruntled crowd threw him
and his little french hat overboard
into the silent river.

As he landed and was swallowed
by the hungry cold hands of disinterest
a flock of birds flew up into the darkening sky
bewildered by the ridiculous voices
wishing him to drown with his muddy painted face
and be taken to the black sea.

The night had just begun but people
had already decided on their heavenly fate
soon forgetting the poor wretched mime rising
from the bank; the river being within him as a great
past god inflaming his anger franticly over sorrow
denying him thus the privilege of peace.

There and then, I looked into your eye
mirroring the red moon between grey clouds
the waters beneath it and the thousand lights
of the city we once believed divine
though its greatest days had gone buried
under the mountains of cheap laughter and gore.

And when the single tear appeared on your cheek
I knew that the time of play and games was over;
doomed and ******, the riches of body and soul
had fallen from the pedestal of adoration, desire
reluctantly ended in detachment whilst the mime
half dry already stands prepared for the next woeful show.

(The only wisdom we can hope to acquire
Is the wisdom of humility: humility is endless.
- T.S. Eliot)

Uprooted
Like this beech tree;
Weary of the deceptive world
Of unceasing wind tearing its leaves,
Dry sun shamelessly burning its dreams
Of a fair new world just begun
And of Heavy flooding rains
Offering only deceit of deceit of hope;
Aimless is the time of birth and death -
And so am I.

And yet even when lying on the earth
seemingly mortally wounded,
A new bud secretly and silently grows
Humbly receiving a little piece from all -
And so am I.

I met a butterfly
On my way to Jötunheim
With a hammer in my heart

I met a butterfly
With luminous wings
That stopped for a while
As in the deepest time of night
When even birds are quiet
While whisper lets out a lie

It descended upon my horse’s ear
Blue and green on chestnut hair
Our pace was unrelenting
And also weary from the err
Souls heavily pushing
this meaty cart
I met a butterfly
On my way to Jötunheim
With a hammer in my heart

What is to think of this life
Caught between the night and day
When even seer sees only partly and
Many times different as same
A Hero famous for a thousand years
Or a beggar without a name
From our souls blooms
Like a flower a poisonous dart
I met a butterfly
On my way to Jötunheim
With a hammer in my heart

And yet I think that in a way
‘Tis more real than these hands
That clutch the oars

The moment ended
And the wings spread to depart
To continue in their blind
Pursuit to cheat the death
This delicate unlearnable art
I met a butterfly
On my way to Jötunheim
With a hammer in my heart

Choice and compassion-
Just those two sum up a man.
And evil originates only
From a desire
To be loved.

And what did you get
O, you famous poets of eternity
What did you get
From all the words
That were scribbled
In the darkness
Which flame couldn’t reach
Or under the lamp
While outside
The world snowed
And was being bombed
*****, murdered
And built again
By the few hands of the faithful

Did the world ever
Repay your kind observations
Did it even notice
Your steps in the snow
The mud and the dirt
That you held in your hands
While offering but a single word

Slowly despair settled
On the knuckles
Of your hands
Vowed itself into the bright hair
Turning it white and soon
To nonexistence

Yet the word remained
Growing through the hearts
Once it got settled in

And when the time
Played out to be the destroyer
It offered a silent prayer

In your eyes is everything
A man could ever know
How it feels to love and be loved
How it feels to be alone

And you restlessly wrote on
Of the pains and of beauty
Of one and all
And though burned
Your life shone for all
To offer hope

without the feather’s might
and plow to sow the lines of soul
at the violent hour
the hour of blade and blood
we reach the same shores yet again

and if we do not come too close
we shall never see the wrinkles
that stretch like markings
left on earth left without water
for the yellow heated dust
for the rock and the death

what is dug from hardboiled soil
is only a flicker of hope
the last thing lingering in the ancient box
trapped while the other vile evils
trample over the old and new roads
and the rain’s still nowhere
but in the heads of perpetual dreamers

I cannot make sense of things
for some time now
there is me and there is you
separate, separated, separating
the trash in the mind of none
and when the photos we took
and the silence we shared
is all but gone
there still seems to be some life in us
there still seems to be some light in us
there still seems to be some love in us
yet not for each other

Winter sun
Looking into myself
I find only snow

One night upon the stormy waters,
John the sailor lost his hearing
But the sea and the sky,
Indifferent as ever,
Continued humming and screaming.

Before his eyes waves came and went
Just like the days of his youth,
Seen only through the lightning
And faded glow of the lanterns,
Never destined to sooth.

Unable to hear the shouts of his captain
He felt lost; in his nose only salt and sea
With their notion of deaf eternity.
A piece of mankind’s suffering shone from his eye
While his hands, stretched onwards, perplexed,
Were desperately trying to grab the invisible sky.

At that moment a memory came to John,
From the depths of human unconscious,
Of a drowned Phoenician sailor who resides
In every man who hath passeth the seas,
Of the end of the lengthy voyage,
Of the leaves of grass and of the breeze.

Burried by the ocean or burried by the soil,
Matters not to those who seek eternal life
But more often they end in the stony places
Where only dark and ghastly things form -
Considering this, he regained control of his spirit
Prepared once again to conquer the storm.

At frozen midnight when he reached
the lonely mountain’s peak
(only patient owl and restless rabbit
keeping him their ghostly company)
he beheld before him deep in a valley
a city with its lights so bright
one could weep the rivers of gratitude

City people love and hate it at once
as it shines the light on the middle
of every man’s fall
minutes before utter destruction
of every sensation felt
different for thousand times and more
a great theater of many actors
each living and dying in their characters
that they themselves created out of desire
but it is only and only the moment
the short duration between the dark and dark
that franticly matters in their distorted hearts
that and only that moment in time
when light turns to them
and they are seen by others
a moment of shammed fame
for nobody’s listening
but waiting for his part

The owl silently caught the rabbit
while he turned to sleep the other away
his back facing the city lights

The river's flow cannot be halted easily
and the one who holds on to it’s stream
is not lost at least until it reaches the sea.
But to go against the austere flow
is only the way of remembrance
of things best left to forget.
Even to throw oneself into the water,
expecting it to enclose the sinking feeling
and freeze it by the cold,
leads only to a loss of the ability
to set one’s own pace,
to forfeit rest and sanity
in an unequal exchange
of ice shard for free will.

Yes, it happens sometimes
that the river might seem broken,
forgotten and conquered by the bridges,
infected with small ships and big boats,
or the heat of the august sun might
dry up and hollowed out its bank.
But the world is only temporary,
measured by time and space.
And so the river, from time to time,
releases its fury to remind the man
of his inevitable mortality.

I, who has been walking
on the strand for so long,
sit next to the transparent god
who has been there when we first met
long way up the stream.
I think of the time we travelled together
and how you left for the other shore
just when the river showed us its rage.
I’ve been sitting here for endless time now,
seen hundred suns go up and down,
cold rain, ferocious wind with no shelter
for weary soul.

Now it must be the time to finally move on
for you are not here,
not in any way near me,
only in my head,
only in memory,
and the love I feel is only in the past,
upstream where we’ll never walk again.
So farewell to you
and farewell to 2020.

I’ve been washed up upon foreign shore
hollowed by the sea wave to the core.
My body had gone, my mind had died,
Only my love survived.

Caught in a whirlpool in mercy of the tide
I was so hungry I had to swallow my pride.
And when everything was denied,
Still, my love survived.

When no longer haunted by images of you,
No longer green, no longer blue,
No tear left for the eye to cry,
Only my love will survive.

And this is my redemption song
With no one to sing along.
When we’ve dealt with all the lies
Only my love survives.

With memories and all the senses gone
I wait for the final and eternal dawn.
Fights, sadness, hopelessness, it all dies,
Only my love survives.

And if you look for me again,
You will find me without any pain.
And you'll find (if you just tried)
That only my love survived.

Yesterday I could touch you
And it felt like being born again.
When your hand turned to mine
In a big blue car
My body and soul quivered
Fearful of the uncertain future
That at once stood tall before them
But suddenly crumbled like burning Rome.

I don’t think that you can understand
For I’m not sure if it can be explained
By words of any language.
You are the beautiful deep abyss
Into which I long to fall over and over again.
I want to share your darkness and your light
Smell forever your hair, hold you in my arms
And there will never be one who want it like me.

Tears all dried up
Hope but a faded memory
and numbed heart, pierced
by thousands of daggers

as

she leaves to journey with her new lover.

(And soon she will no longer think of thee.
She will not spare a thought in her newly found delight.
And you, only an old, rusty flower already set to die out,
are replaced in her soul and in her mind).

Man longs to leave a mark
On this world before he’s gone;
Some carve their names in stone,
Throw pennies in white fountains,
Circling aimlessly around this
Endless struggle to find purpose-
Some mad immortal preservation,
Just like a miniature spider
In raging winds trying to climb up
On his slender web.

Some seek to preserve themselves
Through their offspring
Creating an image of alienation
In children’s perception.
It is somehow an attempt
To live at least twice
To fulfill what they did not in their prime.
But it never does work that way
And seemingly innocent goal becomes
Doom for their love and pride.

If you asked me what I wish
To leave behind when the time comes,
The answer would be nothing;
I desire simply to disappear.
My only request being to go before you
For without you I’m as good as gone,
The soul reminding a broken stone.
I do not want people to say:
„Look, here, that was a inordinate love!“
I long to vanish without a mark or sound
only with eyes open, in your arms,
looking at my past and present
beautifully materialised,
holding your hand waiting for warmth
to escape my body for the last time.

His heart was a stone
But it still was broken.
(There's no reason why life should
Be good or bad,
Pretty or sad.)
He died like
Cold rain falling.
His heart is now
One with the earth
While she moved on
And flew into the sky.

before the first man
came to the woods
for a long time there
was only endless bipolarity
with summers and winters
like two interchangeable twins.
the snows on the top of the hills
were flushed down by april suns.
there was only a hint
yet no notion of change.
no sound of a sparrow’s chant
or of coming tides.
wind travelled alone across the land.
I think some years later from now
after we split apart
he’ll have a hard time
getting accustomed to loneliness
again. but he will possess the second
eternity to forget men.

i am who i am
and who i was i don’t remember.
i’ve forgotten much of life.
and you
the first clear day after years of sickness
first fresh air that healed my lungs
you are my connection to the world
through your heart my heart finds a way
soul finds soul as i know only you
and myself i know only through you.
happiness is with us and also the pain
life is playing itself mercilessly before us
we laugh in the sun as we do in the rain.
so let me hold your hand
and walk you into the flowerbeds.
there may be some thorns
but if we’re careful
only by a little blooded ire
the flowers will be stained
but by great great affection
their roots and sprouts will be filled.

Scene:
Blue eyed boy, brown eyed girl
on stage

Silence

J:(he is stunned as usual by the flower
which is her being,
unmasked with naked heart
watching her every move
both with gentle serenity
and never ending lust
moments when their lips touch
make him feel the true heaven
her eyes make him blessed)
V:(she's maybe never felt like this before
the way he looks at her
the way he smiles and sings
it feels like hundred butterflies inside her
started a long journey entangled with time
the way he kisses her every part
the ways he can aimlessly talk
without him she misses him dearly
with him she wishes he’d never leave
there’re so many ways he makes her smile)

I love you
but what good has that ever done?
maybe few smiles
but deep inside
you are still alone
locked
scared
sickened
you hold a little lamp inside an empty room
knowing it to be the only light
that the world is to offer
you believe people are unreliable
the keys are lost in piles of dirt
(the moon has never seen your face)
and yet when I look through the keyhole
desperate to reach out for you
I see a pair of glowing brown eyes
they are hard and yet wondering
your face is the picture of Venus
defiant, proud and simply beautiful
but still capable of loving
So put your hands into dirt
search this whole sad gloomy room
to find the key that opens lock
because nobody can get through

Killers
of men, women and children
animals, vegetation
and finally of ourselves
for nothing better to do
out of boredom (pain)
a second of fun

Lovers
pationate and yet tense
always ready to abruptly burst
into dreams of others and play
(and let ourselves be played like)
with our prey adoring the moment
more than eternity

Poets
romantics at heart
each keeping our own faith
in god in reason in nothingness
franticly chasing some long lost lives
trying to extract the secret to live
instead of living our time

and if nothing’s set and nothing’s proven
then what are we?
a cloud that longingly rains upon the earth

...and we’re gonna rain until the last drop

there is nothing to write about
total decay
whilst flesh youthful
(be it spring)
dead is the mind

Hello
Will you cure this madness of mine?
Say nothing
I'll just walk on by
Nevermind
Seeing me heading forward alone
I've said hello many times
I've said goodbye and been gone
But I´ve never waited too long
For halfhearted replies

cold lone ages of misery
how unbearable you are
to die and become nothing
to reach the end of the line
to give trust upon few
to bring peace upon many
to give them your money
and swear them your lives
to die in their war
on your arms blood
of another man
to live in factory
to make money for food
so your wretched little son
won’t starve to death
but inside the death’s already here
around you
on floor on walls
in us
*
the death of light
the death of freedom
the death
the end
the luminous curves of your body
the last breath you take before waking up
and look in your eyes seeing me there
my love the death of always
a small piece of hope perished
here
in this life I am
forever and alone
(same sun greeting your mornings
another man lying
in your bed)

Beginning the morning
the sun peaks unto the world
and always overlooks
that which is hidden behind the hills

Patiently biting its time
it moves one tiny step forward
until it shines upon everything alive
except the caves of deepest depths
where those with whom I’m alike dwell
in the dark
in the cage
of wounded heart
forgetting everything
that could cast some light-
the stars
the sun
a true love

On píseň lásce mrtvé zpívá
Tak smutnou až měsíc pláče
A slunce v noci neusíná

Ona jak z ledového kamene oči
Upřené na sklenku vína
On na štěstí víc si nevzpomíná

Bílýma nedosažitelnýma rukama svýma
Pohladí mu tváře zčernalé
Jeho slza už ji nedojímá

A když odchází spočine v její náruči-
Sám ještě do noci světla nezhasíná
Kapka slzy, potok krve, koho vina ?

Dreary pictures of phosphorescent
times when you and me were together
hang from little strings attached
to the ceiling skies full of aether

The flaming red flowers I gave you
once turned all gray and aweary
During some thousand hours
in our arms we couldn’t say sorry

I watch you walk away saying
this time it’s for real darling
in the end it’s always the same
we keep on living (we keep on dying)

When you turn for the last time
expecting to see me cry
I’ll stand there piercing your eye
with tears for you to satisfy

My heart o, how it aches
over and over without a single pause
to let me breathe
(Morrison;
Voice so perfect it could make and angel cry,
words destined to hit the centre of a soul)
and me less than half of nothing
living of small victories in this formidable life;
like when your eyes meet mine
or a chance of being of any help to this world
(maybe seeing and stranger smile)
...
However, it´s getting harder to oper the doors to the next day
I´m lost in the palace of my mind
Everything seems to be working
Everything´s fine
(Yet I slowly die inside)

You knocked
and I opened so quickly
it was almost as if I were expecting you

You smiled
and it was the only time
I could control my mind whilst losing it

You kissed
and blank was the world
of past and future (it was only you and now)

You left
and what could I do but write
this poem about so little happiness in

man’s life

nobody ever filled my missing parts
nobody could get me so high
but you with your questions about
history and politics
while the burning passion within
(which
swept away cold walls of my mind)
grabbed me by the soul and gently kissed...
(slight enough to break wings of butterfly)

...but here and now those parts are missing
yet again
here in my violent stubborn heart
while outside haunting wind
provokes the outrage of the chimes
(never to touch the face so fair
never to hear another subtle breath)

I should go to sleep!
I should go to sleep…

…desolation comes upon the days
painting the time with little pieces
of suffering (how can I close my eyes
hearing it coming with malevolence
in its steps)

Good-bye
Good-bye
and always my love

yours nobody

***

Like a rain you washed over my tenderness
To water my consciousness
Now I'm drowning

Like a fire you hugged my fragile lonely soul
And gave her wings to fly
Now I'm burning

Like a morning star you showed me coming
To life of the first of many days
Now I'm dying

Like a deepest of abysses you pointed me
To where love was coming
Now you're leaving...

because I’ve lost you
I have lost hope
I’m moving on
leaving you in lit rooms
full of cigarette smoke
for you have not loved
taking me as fleeting chance

I have lost hope
that flowers will ever bloom
that road will never end

Dizzy from cheap wine
and conversation full of empty words
with silent spaces so long
eternity started growing
on their edges
I had to leave
and slam the door
so the pain could echo
though its angry impact

(I have to find
I have to find
myself without you)

and everything you’ll ever be
isn't going to be part of me

I sat on the street away from
lamp lights
It was already too late for sleeping
always too late to change the past

Came home early morning
couldn’t find you anywhere

the silence has overgrown
the misery that you were gone

We are of this world
Though our imagination feeds beliefs
That we are of purpose
We have something more
But it's all only words of silken lies
Each day one is born and another dies
We're trapped in circle resembling flies
As world pities our inability
To give each other happiness and smiles
Or even to understand our pains and cries

I cannot think
Nor can I sleep
I dived into you
Much too deep

You won't promise
What you can't keep
Leaving my love
Wandering the street

It's hopeless to hope
To make a leap
The path to you
Is just so steep

It curls and falls
It's long and wide
I frantically walk along
With both hands tied

In the end it's you
Or this desperately looking world
It's unclear by whom
I'll remain timidly(lonely) curled

The things that are about to be
and those that never happen...
Nothing vanishes for
nothing appears
Laugh until you can
(because there is no laughter)
In the middle of the lake
there is no lake at all
no world
memory or
thought

(Me is whole in this place
though in this place there is no me
there is no such place in me)

Master meditates at a crack of dawn
while leaves fall from careless trees
Winter is on its way sliding through
images of reflective time

When student comes he knows better
than to wake up his master’s thoughts
He would like to ask:
“Master! What is Zen? What it means to be alive?”

Instead, watching the horizon painting
the blue waves green
He sits next to his master
and starts contemplating with him

Exhausted men of working class
Are you satisfied
Each late night you're about to get in bed
With a stranger calling herself your wife
Just to get up before the sun's tired eyes
Never having a moment of letting go
The hopelessness of fast running life
Clutching in your tiny beaten hearts
The poverty of unfinished childhood
Mixing need with burning hate
Anger with weakness and cheap drugs
You run but this boat is slowly sinking
And kids are hungry cold unloved weeping
Kind words cannot find suitable soil
To be planted in their parents' mind
When nothing's sown nothing blooms
Bringing only destruction to own kind
Only helplessness in moonlit little rooms
Exhausted men of working class
Are you feeling satisfied ?
Or are you so lifeless and indifferent
That you've become dead inside ?

Battleground
Of perpetual motion
Reigns upon calm thoughts
Of devastated soul
Called simply me
Though in fact it's
Wasteland from here
Until the rest of nights
Spent without you

But now
Your presence brings
No comfort

It's of no use darling
I turn off the light
And show you my back

Your tears seem scared and empty
Hush please
Don't you weep

Wait out the morning
And the sun trapped
In its journey without end

Then leave my bed
Since you can't leave my mind
Leave and don't look back

Or show me how to love
Give something that's missing
Cleanse me of sorrow in my mind

I know I know I know you can't
Your heart belongs to someone else
And mine is lost spinning

In the darkening night
When dawn is far
Unreachable to my spirit

It seems that it will never come
Stopping this perpetual motion
Of heart until one is none

Until the war is lost (no strength found)
And familiar hands of sorrow touch
My loneliness on mind's battleground

I don't understand
How a thing such as
Your kiss can be of fun
For
It's a desperate need for
Survival (in the sky
There are thousand burning stars
Watching me live and die
Biting those angel lips)
How can you give it
So carelessly hanging
Like a drop of dew from a leaf
That's just about to fall
In tones of gentle music
I feel your velvet skin
Pressed on my being
In my mind there's only madness
(But my heart is completely still
For a chance to hear yours beating)
Just like fire
Just like love
You make me infinite
You make me eternal

Step lightly
if night invites you
into her silent prison
as gentle wind
fondles naked trees

Tread slowly
if stars offer you
their cruel white hands
to climb higher than highest
that man is to climb

Move cautiously
when the unholy light
shines upon your way
while inferior blindly
to the quiet shadows

Knock gently
so you won't make her scared
(always like tiniest yellow bird
ready to succumb to flight
to make her escape)

Love deeply(love wholly)
for her eyes are
eternal emerald skies
and her ****** mouth
a little taste of paradise

Leave reluctantly
being robbed of sleeping
wait out the light
and let the sad rain
fall down all night

It was a magical thing to
go to that point
where the reddish bus
had its final stop
every 20 minutes trailing
round the block
seven days and every
season’s week

As I got out on the
cold asphalt pavement
leading to your home
my heart slowly stopped
I waited for more
and then you were there
walking towards me
your smile made the whole
world look uninteresting
I was a slave to your words
and a good one I wanted to be
So you with your piercing eyes
would keep talking to me

So you with your kiss of life
would bring some hope onto me

Like an angel of fire
sprang through my faith
as an endless desire

Coming home from
the last stop of bus 66
I feel I miss you
I feel I need more

This is the hundredth cigarette disappearing
In the night through autumn leaves choking
Some hungrily looking thousand stars
I think about you
How I lost path for hollow ends
My mind devastated for suffering
Caused by the darkening truth of soul
Ash falls again on the ground
And hides into the nothingness where I
Linger with it blindfolded as universe
With its eternity of lifeless eyes
Only for the tip of the hundred and first
cigarette the light in my heart survives
Endless disputes and arguments of
How to change what once was
Make us forget about the future
In which only we are free
This is the hundred and second cigarette
And it's closing time as it seems to be
You went to bed (the day is lost)
Why is it that every time I open my heart
Something sharp but shapeless comes out
To **** and devour your alleged hopes
To lie or tell the truth (it matters not)
To take something back
And torture that something with silence
For silence remains around
Taking more space still until
Tomorrow the light will return
With future holding the keys to happiness
Then I'll try once again
To burn your fears
To end our pain

There is a cage deep inside me
There I hide my madness for you
It’s locked and also soundproofed
so your songs wouldn’t reach me

There is a cage deep inside covered
                                                    in lie
There I keep my foolish dreams
and it rattles when I see you smile

Love to death
(&)
not a bit less

Live to love
(&)
gather faithfulness