J'ai Goûté Ta Myrtille,
Ta juteuse brindille
Bleue violacée et sauvage.
J'ai Goûté ta baie obscure
À la peau entre cire et argile.
Je l'ai longuement goûtée.
Elle me toisait, effrontée
Et je me suis imprégnée
Malgré moi dans la lecture avide
De son poivre et de sa solitude.
C'était comme un sirop d'ermite
Qui egrenait en moi
Ses grains de chapelet
Et j'explorais tes saveurs
Et je te dégustais en confiture
Car tu es digestive
En tisane
Car tu es antihémorragique
En eau de vie
Car tu es astringente
En vin
Car tu es antiseptique
En liqueur
Car tu es antiputride
En beignets, en clafoutis, en muffin
Car tu es diurétique
Je me faufilais entre ton sacré et ton profane
Tandis que tu t'insinuais dans ma chair
Et que ta sauce philosophale Parfumait délicatement le gibier poétique
Qui te poursuivait
Dans l'arrière-train
Qui te menait vers notre nuit bengali.

When the days are cold
And the cards all fold
And the saints we see
Are all made of gold
When your dreams all fail
And the ones we hail
Are the worst of all
And the blood's run stale

I want to hide the truth
I want to shelter you
But with the beast inside
There's nowhere we can hide
No matter what we breed
We still are made of greed
This is my kingdom come
This is my kingdom come

When you feel my heat
Look into my eyes
It's where my demons hide
It's where my demons hide

Don't get too close
It's dark inside
It's where my demons hide
It's where my demons hide


By Imagine Dragons



It's true
The darkest of thoughts
will be the ones
always inside us.  
{ Myrtille}

So I told my friend
something I wouldn't have done
In a thousand years
I told
A secret
I gave away my
power
of anonymity
So now I'm known
She knows
who
Myrtille actually is.
But but but
we talked about our poems
we talked about many different things
about poems
about hello poetry
about everything
but we failed to
ask each other
why we came to this place
in the first place
what did we do
since we found out
that secret
My heart aches to know
But my mind fails to
let my thoughts become words
words
words words
out of my mouth
Maybe she feels the same way too
Perhaps there is this fear
A fear so
terrorising
scary
that we fail to acknowledge
the existence of
that powerful secret
That secret
that draws the border
Between life and death