It never happened to me
beneath denial and silent screams.
Hoping of darkness
in the dreams,
bleeding,
dying.
Hope to die, sleep forever
and forget the pain
from yesterday
Floating in a wasteland,
mixing darkness and light
for the perfect drink.
Deadly....
To sleep,
die,
and be forgotten
is the answer
in my nightmares
and maybe the story ends like this
...
I remember you told me that you're not a big fan of Wagner, but that last verse made me think a lot of Isolde's final words. That's a compliment to your writing by the way ^^
ReplyDeleteI wonder is there any meaning intended in the shape of your verses, like with the lines getting shorter at the start and longer at the end?
I don't know if I do this all the time, but in this case maybe be like this because there's a final "breath" of understanding, the denial has transformed itself into acceptance in the head of the storyteller...
ReplyDeletewhat do you think?