unlucky

some day you awake,

to a silent god

and you take a bath,

long and deep,

in a pool of flames

you feel your demons within,

crawling,

tearing through your boiling skin,

and the heavens,

can only seem so far away,

from the eye of the undying

the torment,

the dust on a forgotten painting,

to shade my heart black

and a silent god would awake,

to a cloud of my ashes

the essence of another soul

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My demons

A flickering candle on an empty highway

light my way into a sunrise

for the dead walk in the shadows,

and the ghosts fly in the moonlight

but my demons,

I walk with,

on the inside

 

fading breath

i’ve painted the mirrors black

to forget the lines on my face

around the radiant eyes of my childhood

 

it only became easier,

weaving unconsciously

these strings of lies

 

the thin layers between

walking on frozen water

a piercing cold under my feet

 

the words to my lover

like smoke in the air,

a hymn to a fading breath

 

 

 

LIES AND PAIN

WHEN I SIT WITH MY ARMS,

AROUND MY LEGS

MY HEART STRETCHING SO THIN

THE GOOD WAS A SHADE

I AM NOW SO COLD

IS THIS HOW IT FEELS TO LOSE?

HOPE

DEATH BE MY BRIDE

I VOW TO SADNESS

I CAN’T FIGHT ANYMORE

AND YET I STILL SEARCH THE SUN

 

 

 

HOPE

A man dreams

​The world is such a big place

The running skies into the seas

And the speck of dust on a ship’s flag, soaked in a nights cold,

It’s weight dragging it down  into the oblivion of a worthless sea tide

The triviality of our concerns, our own existence versus the  value of life, is a man his dreams?

A sad ship

The tears of a silent night
A lonely heart carries it’s ship to the sea
If only the waves could smash it’s walls,
And let this sad pain to the storm
Maybe
Only the dead dream of the calm
And only the stars miss the sun

Museum

When you visit the museum,
The old paintings are taken to the back
New painters hang on the walls,
Hope my poetry will be remembered

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