Through the valleys of my war wounds,
Your dismissal strikes like a spear in the head.
Strode with me to places hanging on a thread;
Of alien words, hollow branches abound,
Find my refuge in a shapeless cavern;
For love to divert from a predictable pattern.
I condense my being to fit your build,
Like running water filling holes.
Relentless as the spirit that wants out,
Against my will but releases my soul;
Whipping my hopes, my dreams, like a knout,
On the plateaus where men get killed.
Scarce melodies from far away, I hear,
The margin of a voice from a lonesome siren,
Who dare not speak of the treachery;
By the waves waltzing towards a tyrant,
Usurping the universe of a stolen memory,
Against everyone I hold dear.
Slide down the thin layer of my trembling hands.
In exile, I bleed droplets into the sands;
Your curses run like lightning to the ground.
Cut my tongue open like a snake;
That I am unable to make a sound,
When you drown me in the forsaken lake.
And there I plunge into an abyss,
O’er the surface, your swaying boats;
Oblivious to the gory horrors beneath.
Call unto me, cover me with a coat;
Wandering clouds, blow me a kiss,
Before I sink further in stealth.
While finding the light, feeble edifices
Grow between me and the fiery dimension.
Like a blade cut clean empty walls,
Crumbling on their spiteful silence.
No border, no margin of redemption;
As stars moving slowly in the halls.