Gently Bleeding
(Sleep took me...
...I'm unsure, so unsure)
now september fattens on vines
and roses flaking from the wall
here I'm holding you for the last time
and I know
all phantoms keep on passing by
why could I not feel it coming
I hide my tears behind cold hands
pale love lost in the winds of torture
see this knife still bleeding while
her pulse declines
...and light since then is a keyhole
rusting gently bleeding
this life is creaking along
but still I am seeking
I cry in praise of the lonely act
of not feeling a strange tongue
forced into my mouth
do not come before me now
do not come, visionary face
I can feel your wild confronting stare
an equilibrium that puts a blame on me
guilt burns in me
fear growls at me
I am crumbling
away
a mighty nothing darkened
the unconscious years of suppression
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