When my hands
succumb into numbness,
When my feet
descend into paralysis,
Would it catch your sight?

Will my little whimper
fading into silence,
Would it touch gently down
on your ears?

When the last
Spirit and Breath
Dissipates

Will anyone bat an eye?
Would it mean anything

Around the cacophony, as I die?

unbearably unbearably hard
very hard to see decay
very terrible very terrible
see blood blows fight
unbearably unbearably hard
how hard and terrible very terrible
see dying eternal death
eternal death all around
will never be the end

and when the sun shone and childhood
it was and when the wind was blowing but light
and when the mountains and greens with us
sang sang sang just sang different
there were no songs of all this
there is never a feeling that we
immediately appeared adults and only
with childhood memories but no
childhood was not when there is blood

22.11.18

I’ve never been so cold
While lying next to you
I’ve lost that hand to hold
You watch my skin turn deathly blue

I am the venison
Left unwanted after the hunt
Still warm, sensitive
Dying in the cold front

I only wish I freeze peaceful
The snow covers me white
My death comes so blissful
As the moon overtakes the night

The hunters have left to kiss their women
Hug their kids and sleep soundly
While my decayed body is unwritten
And my spirit is ungrounded

Doe of the night,
Wisting away in the wind
The soul of The Taken takes flight
And finds his own ending

The children lay to rest in their graves
So still they have fallen
Weeping mothers echo into spring
The tears left stained unto pavements
Grown over are the gardens
Below they shall rest
For eternity has not laid awake in years
Content to the masses all lives fallen short
Here lies the troubled youth

Humble king’s castle
Heart of the just dominion
Gone with the high tide

I know not the meaning in a day,
nor the lingering summers ray,
oh!-how its warmth and glint decay,
upon that deep and lonely blue bay!

I know not the meaning in a night,
nor the winter moon above in flight,
too soon will it wane from my sight,
beyond that cold dark mountain height!

I know not the meaning in death,
to live!-to love!-and lie beneath,
that wind tattered autumns heath,
I fear!-my hearts last shallow beat!

I will tear you apart with my teeth and use your splintered bones as toothpicks before the trial
clean your blood from under my fingernails
your blood so rich and red will drip from the corners of my mouth
so thick and sweet looking
boiled till you blister
sweaty exterior sweeter than the scent of fresh peaches
but the inside was more acidic than I could define
sweet and fresh exterior for a decaying heart
I devoured everything you had to offer
without another thought
except for
I wish I had known