Thursday, March 18, 2010

My love is a dragon

My love is a dragon
he throws fire and he has spikes
he is green and he has scales
He lies on the livingroom sofa and gives off smoke
flames around his nostrils

He rules the room to the detriment of me
I always have to be careful where I step
so that I won´t walk straight to his poison

His tongue
-it´s forked-
can reach up to the hall

My love is a dragon
Mythic creature
With his wings he flies with me
We fall from the sky
until I´m scared
Then we´ll come back home safely

I´m in love with a dragon
so great and dangerous
so beautiful and demanding

His fire will keep me warm

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Still

My love, my saviour
is in disguise
And he´s doing it well
He is hiding
and lets his gaze tease my instincts
I´m walking paranoid through the villages
with my eyes turned to my back

Still he lets me wait
He leaves me wilting
like a rose in the burning sun

I expect to find him behind every corner
I follow the signs in the sky
Twitting he just stares at me
until I reach him

Still he lets me wait

Friday, March 12, 2010

Mist and dust

I´m breaking down
Completely
because someone just let me go
when I was too weak to hold myself

There´s no pieces to pick up,
no puzzle to put together
There´s just mist and dust,
dancing in the air
Running their way away from me

I´m the mist and the dust

I have broken down
like my shattered heart
I should try to speak
but how can I,
when my lips are now ash

I never talked, I never listened

I have mist in my hands
making my eyes wet
I have dust in my lungs
making me sob

Sunday, March 7, 2010

Not alive

We´ve lived like we are not alive
And it´s a shame
No wonder why
we´ve been treated like we´re dead

No wonder why
we´ve been forgotten like one

We´ve lived like there´s nothing
to see, to feel
Like we´ve already had it all

So we said:
"Life´s a cliché and people are naive"
So we decided:
"It´s stupid to live, to feel
Let´s die now while we still can"

What if I don´t agree anymore?

Thursday, March 4, 2010

Misery

Shiny, silvery rails
They so so far,
further than I can see
So shiny in the sun

The sun shows the best of all

And the voice is like
gods and angels singing
coming down from the sky
The voice is shiny and silvery,
The sun is shiny but not silvery

If beauty could kill
I´d be dead
Actually,
I´d be dead and happy about it

Shiny bullets on trails
Big beasts are smiling

So the train comes
And misery ends

Shiny, silvery blood

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

Tonight

I don´t want to die tonight
or any night
Sleeping makes me scared
I´m afraid of dream taking piece of me away
while it disappears

My pieces are left in the night
and the puzzle can´t be put together

Dream is close to the death:
Where does the consciousness go?
It´s dreadful
I don´t want to die tonight
or ever