Another new poem.

Your wings have stains, but not from the sins.
It lasted until the winters ended,
but the spring never came,
...but the spring never came.

The mirror cracks from your terror,
that was meant for another prey.
Collapse of glass is not the only thing to fall,
not the only thing to relapse,
in the rain of blood and limbs.

I rest my head on your broken shoulder.
The wires are hanging loose.
We're not risking with our lives,
just the time has unwind your mannequin youth.

The halo is burning holes into the paper.
Did you hear, when it all stopped turning?.
               Did you?.

You know it as the Horror, I know it as the Sanctuary.

When It Rains

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when it rains

all the leaves has fallen up into the skies

the cold skin flickers

like a candle on the windowsill

the flame is dying down

are you coming?.

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are you coming when it rains?.

we miss you, we hate you equally

we miss the world to end

but you only speak of the nights

where leaves are falling up into the skies

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when it rains, when it rains

the posthumous flowers climb out from the dirt

in the backyard where we used to swing

and dance on the roofs with angus and julia stone

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are you coming and taking me with?.

back to the everlasting spring

where leaves are falling down to the Earth

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08.may.2010