gentlemanly silence

heavy was the sound when the gates opened to let the bird out. slow was the dragging of the closing. it was so soft, so gentle. i didnt even realise what had happened until long moments after. when time seem to have changed suddenly. not in speed but in texture. in form and taste. detached and drifting again i felt spaces deep embrace again. my souls companion, ever watching, never understanding, but always surrounding me with cool observing abcence. nothing is recognised, nothing missed. the only thing i can be sure of is the eternal silence, and that it will never, ever. leave me.

iron clad - scar clasped

 Hope is a bird that flutters

in thranged chambers of a draught heart

i didnt carry your abscence 

anymore

every sight was mine

alone

but heavy was this

tiny bird

with its iron wings

after it broke free, this

wretched little heart

echoed with its cries

hollow hollow hard hardened

hollow

solitary celestary

 they named her

Shinra

travelling alone they pulled

Her with their eyes

She turned and became

the dealer of death

sweet release

they whisper

they crawl, they cry

slow as we go

as slow as we can go

so slow

we made time

stop

it only lived where you and i 

was

And we held fast

steady

in the past

Nothing between then and 

next time

Nothing.

here - ever

i live in the reflected

light

of our sun

walking the echoing chambers

after you burnt down

everything

cold white marble

encapsules me

how hauntingly

safe

knowing nothing

nothing

will ever

reach me

here

kan du sluta

 dina fingrar är elektriska

det rör sig genom huden, mina kläder, luften

jag kan känna när du ser på mig, när du vänder dig mot mitt håll, när dina tankar rör sig mot min kropp

jag kan inte låta dig ta på mig, stöten gör ont och väcker liv i saker som borde fortsätta sova.

föralltid.

jag glömmer migsjälv, jag vet inte vart jag är

kan du sluta se på mig

sluta andas ett tag

jag orkar inte

Hope is the thing with iron feathers

 Hope is the thing with iron feathers

It flutters the heart

Climbs with violence, soars without winds

plunges deep into the soul

And it never stops. At all.