Tag: mini-series

I see you cry out in the fairest of mornings

But I don’t hear, I don’t empathize.

I’ve had my fair share of mournings.

The tears don’t flow in a rhythm and I wonder –

Why were you mean to me

When you’re the one torn asunder.

I feel the blood on my hands dry seamlessly.

Even if I don’t remember what I’ve done,

I won’t bother with shame and secrecy.

I see another one cry out in a pale, dull morning.

But I still ignore, I can’t empathize

With your pain –

So deserved, so unavoidable, so burning.

I lit a candle and wished you’d never dream of me,

Even in nightmares, even in the deepest sleep.

My condolences to those who loved your charms.

I hope there’s no one left greeting you with open arms.

But my curses won’t haunt you the way I wanted

And my prayers will never be taken for granted.

When my chest was torn open stich by stich,

People helped to dig you a bottomless ditch

Just to bury the witch as it was supposed to be done –

With a hanging, burning and drowning,

Looking down the barrel of a gun…

So I lit a candle and wished I’d never dream of you –

Even in daydreams, even when I greet the tomb.