Tag: writing

My shame collects itself from dusty corners,

Frightening the fake gods and the mourners.

It looks through fingers, crumpling my own soul,

Crushing light so tight it turns to coal.

This black dust rains onto the fearful crowds.

“Take back your gloom, don’t you make a sound.”

I still remember how they let me sink,

Water in my nose, no boats or wings.

Their screams disperse in air like autumn mist –

Each one of them once made it on my list.

Now they get to taste these fruits of labour

And I’ll reign like god but never as their saviour.

I’m dancing near the edge, hanging my frizzy hair over this trench,

Dangling my life in front of a great beast, ready to be fully drenched.

No, the fear I should be feeling avoids me, it doesn’t even bother,

It knows I’m ready to kill for excitement, to betray my own brother.

And maybe I’ve been wrong all this time and the drop will be deadly?

But sensibility’s scary so I keep escaping hearts that once bled me.

Sometimes the way out is testing whether you’ll drown or float,

And the choice can be yours if you don’t erase each and every footnote.

The big unknown has always called for my bones so maybe, just maybe,

I forgive my own debts for once and stop selling out dreams to those

Who will never repay me.

Dance around my living room, you beautiful fool,

Shatter all the fragile frames, step on all the rules.

Challenge me to jolly fights, break me into half.

When it’s time to feed my pride, please let it starve.

Roll me down the steepest hill you have ever seen,

Laugh a bit but let me cry tears of pure sheen.

Stab the ripest strawberries in the queen’s garden –

When they come for your head, hide under the carpet.

Play with the nitid memories I hide in the closet,

Bring them to the banks and take out a grand deposit.

Just don’t let my spirit fade for a week or two,

Play the jester, be the clown,

Never say the truth.