Malaise (2021)

MALAISE (2021)

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THE WATER SPRITE

I’ve had my heart broken twice. I’ve had my soul split in two – down by the black river bank, down where the full moon was new.

I met my love in the grass. I met my love in the rain. The leaves of willows hanged low, the leaves that knew my name.

He walked his way cross the field. He walked his way cross the moon – the grass was black and free, the grass was dying soon.

And his heart was still pounding and warm, when i tore it from his flesh. His eyes were still calling out: “please have forgiveness!”

I met my love in the grass. I met my love in the rain – and every whisper was true, and every word was my name.

He left my hand lying cold. He left my hand and i knew, there was a field and a moon, but not a whisper was true.

And his heart was still pounding and warm, when i tore it from his flesh. His eyes were still calling out: “please have forgiveness!”

Who could have the moon and grass that grew high in the field? Who could know the moon walked cross the field?

I met my love in the grass. I met my love in the rain. The leaves of willows hanged low, the leaves that knew my name.

THE RED POPPY

Lover, I wished it was all just a dream – a nightmare that left me the second i felt you next to me holding me tight, knowing that nothing could harm me.

Lover, I wished it was all just a dream – that your hand caressed me, and that I could feel you next to me holding me tight, knowing that nothing could scare me.

Lover, I wished it was all just a dream – but when your hand left me, and I could not feel you next to me holding me tight, I knew that nothing could save me.

Lover, I wished it was all just a dream – but no one caressed me, and all i could feel through the reaper holding me tight, was that his hands were the only hands I would ever feel – hands I would ever feel.

SERPENT BOULEVARD

My hands bleed from the blood on the floor, cut with glass shaped like diamonds. Splinters of glass sparkle like eyes, staring back from oblivion.

The ceiling hangs from white walls, like a river running over the edge – a waterfall washed away, from a glacier in my skin.

Lovely sting and glowing shade, swimming deep down to the serpent.

I move my head like a beast, with eyes ripped open by my claws. Scars cling onto the wound like eggs from currents washing me to sea

My ivory eyes look into a world, colored on canvas by hand: suns imploding on pastures of green, hovering over my abyss.

Lovely sting and glowing shade, swimming deep down to the serpent.

The loudspeakers scream: I’m not alone, just like the fading northern lights – sucked out in orbit and vanished like air, in the heat of a black hole.

The vivid glass of sparkling wine, that weighs like a star in my hand. Drowning myself in the pills of the gods, I ascend into silence.

Lovely sting and glowing shade, swimming deep down to the serpent.

Lovely sting and glowing shade, swimming deep down to the serpent.