| falling
down
from the height
into
the depth
where a well
overflows
it is enough
the wall too high
me in it's shadow
so small
candles burn through dark
dust - impregnated by pollen
gurgling liquid pours
chalice in my hands
my senses infatuated
by flavour
no, do not vanish
abide
escort me
through the night
the steel
out of your hand
I wanted to receive it
but you remained arcane
are still
How unbearably mean
I am in your eyes
disgusting
the thought
of touching such a creature
to move down
to middlingness
jeering
filled up with disgust
your eyes rest on me
misguided child
perambulating in games again
you cannot
end
but the day is wide
my self disrupted
if some thing is left
under worlds of ashes
and decayed ideals
it may not suffocate
free it has to fly
up and down
into the maelstrom
I know so well
yearn for so badly
that it rips me
cool wind
the light of the moon
on my skin
give me strength
and insanity
the blade in my hands
I stroke the shadow
beloved
red to red
the chalice on my lips
but illusion
tears blended
first fluid
not enough
to satisfy my thirst
In slow motion
downwards
pain breaks
my mourning
moment of hopelessness
the soft embrace
of night wind
it is done
ends
you promised me!
do not leave me alone!
much too fast
flows away
what we call life
on the threshold
his hand
in mine
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