12 hours of sleep

 is it you who seek me in my dreams

you are a new kind of evil

a different shade of dark

you make me cry when i wake 

twist and a pull

 who are you

the one thats calling for me

i feel you pulling on my chest

strong hands with your long fingers nestled through my ribs, 

pressure so hard on my heart it makes me shiver

i feel no pain only shortness of breath

a long slow hold

why wont you come

if you want me to move, would you tell me the direction

im lying so still that the twist of the universe is working on my body like a corkscrew

i wont move ever again

you come to me this time

you come to me.

dreadful desert draught

 my skin does not know you

It only remembers 

     the draught

the stiffness left from

   wet

flooded with affection

    & mirages of touch

it sits in the sun of the day

     light flooding the emptiness

I look at my arm

     where you said your head

                                       would be

I rest my cheek

                dry on dry

        the ground eats my soul

  I crawl my fingers through the ashes

    and cramp my hardened heart until its dust

               to the beating          of yours

not fucking again

 without you i am an infinity of droplets

nothing but atoms split and scattered

your gentle presence assemble me

effortlessly unintentional

i rip apart and you gather

i scramble and you catch

were the perfect pair 

please dont abandon me

again 

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.

all g

 ill pretend im not human

ill trancend

ill act like you breathing is 

not a big deal

its ok with me

it doesnt do anything 

to me

bastillion

 bask in the glory if my discontent

its the closest youll get to my heart

sinner one see all

 you drew me to an oasis

and i jumped from the 15th floor

the trick of illusion hid rows of spikes

death was instant and that i have you to thank for 

what does the heavens have in store for you my love

a soft tender girl that will carefully see to your needs

she will know how to feed you and make you feel safe

she breathes life into you and you will always be right

when youre angry she wont see it

you can do no wrong

it will be calm balanced free from pain

love in its gentlest form

and me? 

what could the undead wish for

 im not scared of you choking me to death, im scared of your silence, i

m scared of   your   absence not mine

for wants the bell tolls

 only deepest loss could stirr the bells in me

so why do they chime

you gave me my life back

what else is there

you woke the child from feverish nightmares and put her in deep healing rest

what else could i ask for

now finally safe, we sway

sway sway to the tintinnabulation

we have everything

heart safely in the comfortable chokehold of your beautiful fingers

i was shocked at how deeply you feel and how desperate the stuggle to hide 

i will leave you be

ringing in my ears so lound in the silence

nothing is lacking

still now bells

still as he sleep

still now

still as death tolls

when enough

 come eat my skin 

gnaw my bones 

pluck my wings 

clog my throat with lies

words nestle deep between my legs

fill my cells with confliction

make war

only war

in my body only war

we will be the same

we have always been the same

ring the alarm

 strong fierce foolish fire

form rings upon rings

eat lick destroy release

 me dying is not enough for you

ill die again ill die a thousand times

sindromeda

 The sun unsettles me 

Because 

Behind my eyelids there’s only inverted light 

The sun pierces

Calls for energy bursts and happiness 

The grass smiles

It unsettles me

Stockholm syndrome

Lock me up 

Stockholm syndrome

Darkness owns my body

spiteful heart

How I long for my final and only true friend 

How it longs for me

How cruelly this heart keeps beating 

To spitefully keep me from my destiny 

My friend that never abandoned me, 

that speaks truth with clarity

passion is the violence of the heart

How you shiver under the vibrations of my voice. Do I scare you. Was it always like this, but I just didn’t realise. Like the humming of the sun, would she know that she is violence. Erupting flares. Did I hurt you again? 

I’ve been told I play too hard. 

I see myself as weak, as a blunt broken sword. Now matter how hard the swing, how can it possibly cause damage. 

How can it hurt you when I’m only swinging at myself.

Can you forgive me. Just this one time. Please forgive me. It will never happen again.

I was seeking out and killing every last trace of affection in my heart. Blitzkrieg I fired through the passages burnt every corner, every hidden lair.

Layers of forgotten things. It will burn. In this hot month of August I will make sure it all burns.

cold bones

 flesh on bones

and a heart inbetween

grinding against castaway splinters and rooms full of sin

your demon in the corner scared me wake 

violence pulled me from sleep

and there was a message from you

a warning a call a begging and a roar

with death in its eyes staring me down

you want me to leave or want me to run

where can i hide where you are not

tell me i'll go there gladly

lay my cold bones let me restlessly twist out of myself

a turn so hard nothing is left 

but cold bones, charred pieces that refused to cinder

ill stop burning for you

ill die on my own

these cold bones

we dont need you