I am nothing but a mirror of false
thoughts and unfinished sentences.
A putrid rotten carcass that's been
resting for days in the unseen.
Five inched nails keeps me bound to the
table and will not release.
Nothingness within the sleep
deprivation and it all broke loose.
I grant you permission as long as you
will return the favor.
The iron taste fills my breath with
corrupted speeches.
A language I do not recall ever
learning.
Hymns that is not mine to be sung.
My flesh is shaking and increasing its
cravings for direct contact.
And my mind hungers for something real
behind the curtains.
Five inched nails keeps me bound to
fainted glory.
And I am dying to see the sun set by
sleep again.
My blood is resilient but still
contagious for you.
I smell fear when you give me the ink.
The same goes for me.
I wish that I knew were the issue of
the spring really originated from.
But I don't and I believe that this is
eternal for the mortal.
Six presences are with me even tho I am
not asleep.
Twisting and folding my mind to a paper
plane.
A paper plane that have a long flight
ahead.
I wish a dream could set it ablaze.
I have an unfulfilled longing that is
still waiting to bloom for you.
And that longing is silently smothering
me at night.
It is not just my vision it is by all
means yours.
I am just a jester without his crown
this hour.
And you remain so pure.
From nothingness he shall rule me and
this I will not deny
That's how we will have to live to
cooperate.
I hate it though since I demand my
sleep.
But It is after all not for me to
decide.
Five inched nails can not easily be
rejected neither can I
And the tides might turn if I had just
that card.
But after all a jester is not a part of
the game.
A full moon approaches me as the snow
starts to melt.
May I hope for something new?
I am waiting.
