Never Is Too Late To Pray

The day is filled with something
that you quite can't speak of.
Are they shadows from the dreams,
where the highway was nothing
but empty
with one ghostly car
roaming over the desert
that lays on both side of the road?.
Or was it certain someone from the past,
now without any kind of possibility
to claim back his face?.

I do not have answers for you.
Pass on and leave me
all alone
in this sandstorm.
Catching last breathes,
when I drown into the lake of desires.

[Pledge]

Tribute to the GazettE.

The hands catch the light, but it only flees.
Eyes are blindfolded by the hope.
Come home, darling. Come home.

What lies behind these walls?.
What miracles are created,
only to be shattered by sweet deceit?.

She never knew, how he searched
for the sanctuary of this frozen heart.
Caged into the deserted room,
these wings of an angel were torn apart.

Pledging for the freedom,
the puppet of the soul is pushed back down.
They offer no escape,
just the chains of obscure sorrow.

What spreads behind these walls?.
Who seeks for this tainted misfit?.
Come home, darling. Come home.
Rescue me from this imprisonment.

Rescue me from my own hollow fear,
as the tears become cold for tonight.



Gone Gone Gone

The wings you spoiled,
used to be the only enchantment
in the passing of eon.

"Gone, gone, gone,"
the dawn weeped.

& then you left her,
went with the last shuttle.

"What is my name,"
the swallow asked,
spreading its soul
& went with the boy.

"Next Summer, we will meet again!."
echoed your last promise,
uncoiling from her long mane
& turning its cheek towards the tomorrow.

"Gone, gone, gone,"
she whispered, the lips dry.
"The name is Jaqueline,
& I will be a star in your sky."

Yet in the next year,
she never came,
but the air was full of her,
full of the girl,
who bowed down to the death.

Inspiration :: Ray Bradbury stories & AM "5 Centimeters Per Second" 



Apocalyptic Dance

The city digs deeper into the damp air.
Come. Come closer, little doll.
Red lights blink and play,
tempting you to sell what is left.

Lift the skirt, show the flesh.
This is just meat. A sinful protest.

We are the lovers, we are the rouges.
Metal tourniquet infected into our veins.
It is our hell, after world's end.

Destroy all these faces. Smash the bones.
„Come home, God,“ we cry.
We curse ourselves to the final beat,
line up, trade our decayed lungs.

These mouths are never full,
Grinding teeth of greedy little flies.
For rusted scars and silent wars,
We claim the sunset with the hail,
While the Death takes his sail.

****

The golden peak sings its last song,
as future flickers its wings in those dead eyes.
He wished for the morning,
but when it arrived
with the freezing sunbeams of the winter,
he knew it had to be the bad choice.

Blue feathers shattered into the dust.
You brought white lillies to his grave,
when every day of the new year begun.

Pour this venom out, child.
Like black disease from thine heart.
It was his choice to go.

The veins are pulsing.
Desperately.
Wait.

Wait....

Thine time isn't here yet, child.
Year after year, until the circle is filled.
Until the next life starts to run.
Inside this bosom,
carrying the son of the singingbird.

* * *

There is a room, where the lightbulb has gotten dirty.
The light shines with murky illumination, distracting flies
from their landing trajector. This way they never
can burn themselves. They never lose their ignorance.

Bleak trees lick the windless desert, behind these
high windows, that angry voice of obedience has
shattered every square of glass. The everlasting
storm finally have stopped. Stopped screaming.

The hallow silence remains inside. Is there ever end
to this malady that grows on the walls?. Spreading its
black roots, digging deeper in the the living,
that only I can water from this delicious starvation.

Where is this bed with this ever sleeping corpse?.
Where is this bed where lays a woman, grief dripping
out from that cracked skin?. Drop by drop, the blanket
of of blood is being poured out. To the floor. To the floor,
covered with scribbled words from echoes.

Soundless, endless fall. 

The ever lasting storm has finally stopped 

just so it all could start from the beginning once again...

Play of the Prey

You lie to me, and then brake the knees.
Self mutilation comes with guilt.
Let the red flow.
Let the red become your conqueror.

The sound of heavy rain drowns us.
Relapsed into one infinity.
New God is the graves in the wall.
New Black is the morning light
shining on our entwined bodies.

Deceived by the medicine.
Are these memories still yours?.
Are these memories still available?.

You suffocate me, and then smash the wings.
Self adoration comes with praise.
They only watch you suffer.
Be the prey and play.

11th August 2010
MHK
Inspired by new album of Deftone :: Diamond Eyes