light

Glass


I’m spilling the letters
And leaving my ribcage open,
Spilling more and more,
Until every last tittle.
Stuck under the bell jar
That has too many cracks
To see anything else.
Screams are hammers
That are trying to smash
My way out.
Only cracks, one after another
I damage my last chance
Of seeing a clear sky.
Your words are sand
Escaping my fingers before
I can comprehend the pain
They leave on my skin.
The world will forsake you,
Forsake me.
I am still inside the bell jar,
Cracking the glass trying
To get out,
And losing every opportunity
To see your eyes
Absorbing mine.
So much self-destruction,
All in vain.
No last goodbyes,
No last glance,
You are soundproof.
The last bits of warmth
Are lost in the glass surface.
I am here. Alone.
And this is how it will remain.
Just like before.

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Against the world


Cotton waves

Cover you slowly and softly,

You are bare and  insecure;

A delicate complexion will be covered with freeze and snow.

You feel the sheets sliding against your still wet body.

You are wrapped into a blanket,

Put on a hospital bet, and now you are being carried to the laboratory.

I remember your confused look

When they were taking you away and myself –

running next to the bed, holding you hand and having to let go as the laboratory door closed.

Your last scream “Don’t leave me alone!!!”

Will stay in my head and haunt me until I forget who I myself am.

Last words.

They continue living in your memory,

Activating the self-destruct mechanism

Set long ago deep inside the ribcage, which will go off

At the time when it is expected the least.

I will trigger the mechanism and push all the buttons.

We will continue shining and lighting everything up

Until the whole world is on fire.

Us against the fire.

Us against the world.

Samurai


I can taste the air;

I become one with the wind.

You will never feel my presence;

Lighter than any feather,

Stronger than 47 Ronin.

I will always remain a shadow

Invisible to a common eye.

My face is a million images

And every time you will see a different one.

Unable to grasp me,

You will never know what it is

Until I am right behind you

And my blade is at your neck.