Mourning

I´m having my mourning period
In my black clothes
Under the gauze look bloodshot eyes
when I glance up to punch intruders with my sorrow
Only You fit into my mind´s circle

With black lace gloves
I curtain my mauled hands
Blood-seeping fingertips

Whole body suffers from sick head
I cry myself weak
But I don´t want to fall asleeps and
I wait for You to come to this tomorrow

They made me give up our bed,
and Your clothes
But I´ll hold You, even if they cut my fingers off

Prepaid ran out, so did we

I hope you´re doing alright
I can´t call and ask

I´m worried, it haven´t changed

How are you, how was it like to wake up today
to rest of your life without us
I confess I didn´t even go to sleep

How did you fall asleep?
Poor me
I will soon dance on the walls
I start to text but luckily my prepaid has run out

Are you still sad or can you laugh now
Can you worry about me too

Rest of your life without us
I assume it seems better than mine without you

Forever here

When life is easy,
everyone loves everybody.
It´s easy to whisper to one´s ear I´ll be here forever
when death floats somewhere on the edge of our floating minds.
It´s harder to reclaim delicate promises,
if time runs out and new begins while we get forgotten.

Said to be

He takes my cheek between his lips
Sniffs his way to my hair
I smell tanned, said to be
How could I love him the best

Luckily he came not until now
when I know how to be the adult and safety

Slowly he presses his nose between collarbones
I smell beautiful, said to be

The wrong end of the tunnel

Now I know how this happened:
We looked to the wrong end of the tunnel, all the time
No wonder why we didn´t found the light
It shone to our backs all the way while we walked further away

It´s not the time to fall into bittersweetness, no
At least we know where to go

I guess it´s hard
How we lost ourselves
Maybe we can catch our footsteps

Human flare

I´m a human flare
Like a vortex flames beat against
Smoke covers the sky
and sucks my gaze with it

Pressure and heat lift
I disperse in sparks
My skin burns away and something inside of me roars
My soul glows with heat and it´s blue

I, the ashes, fall to the grass
I turn to soil and raise my children there