ons staan voor die sagte donker sluier van die dood die lewende skaduwee skielik so groot een vir een gaan ons deur na die onsienbare deur die poort die dunste membraan die diepste doop
die begin van die einde of die einde van die begin? gaan ons af loop of aanhou klim? gaan ons voort fok of gaan ons besin? leef ons in vrees of gaan ons spring?
ek voel vir jou die begin van liefde ek voel *** jy groei in die punt van my hart ek staan langs jou en kyk diep in die afgrond en so staan ons altyd hand aan hand
for you i’ll wear dresses and be pretty in every shade of pink i’ll cross my legs like a good girl and pretend that i’ll relinquish because maybe, just maybe this time
we carry scars and marks imperfections of pigment warped bones and fragmenting knees we feel the weather in our old injuries if you play you inevitably bleed
i am the daytime devil i walk in the light of your mind you will never see me i live in the whiteblind that you thought to be so pure the burning twin of darkness is on this side of the door to strip away your eyelids to force you to see more
if you are fearless you can fight for many if you are angry you don't feel pain if you are willing to be all and any a whisper of you will always remain
struggling to breathe as you brace for the battle it's easier than it seems to make yourself chattel to be traded and sold for profit and pleasure to exchange your soul for a lesser treasure whether you stand and fight will be the measure of you
fierce goddess i am the maw of the world i feed as you regress to what you are just bone and blood and flesh delicious meat for your fierce goddess alive as i eat you never allowed the peace of death
as the world empties of your icons and dreams old, now, and dying the actors you know on screen the musicians and poets that stitch up the scenes of your life flowing ahead of you in the stream spirits blown forward in the wind
jy is vasbeslote verbete ek kan sien dis moeilik elke afgemete tree weg van jou verlede die boustof van jou hede deurdrenk met die wete dat hierdie jou regte pad is vorentoe
skin polished with oils, salt and husks i gleam with perfumed butters and musk silken smooth flesh like living warm honey i languish in the golden light of dusk limbs naked under silks and plush i wait
jy wandel deur my gedagtes leun teen die muur tussen wakker en slaap en wag vir my om te ontwaak vir die sysagte oomblik waar mure hulself onmaak waar alles oopvou waar ek alles inlaat
you can stretch until your spine snaps spreads apart separates you from earth tears tendons and flesh the absurd desire to leave my feet and grow wings