Thursday, 26 January 2017

eternal, dark

Last night
I dreamt about dying

good night, sleep tight

there was nothing all around me
but I was conscious

good night, sleep tight

sweet dreams, baby
see, nights have been created
to accustom us
to eternal darkness
that will come


Saturday, 21 January 2017



two thousand miles away
he walks upon the coast
his milk white hair
like a storm

his yellow eyes
as yellow as a wolf’s eyes

his face and his back
a constellation of scars

his steps
there’s no sound

Gwynnbleidd means
the White Wolf

you seem so far and away

Friday, 13 January 2017

shout, scream

I am shouting while I’m looking on my fingers

I am screaming when I look into my eyes

it’s so painful to think about all those things
that ever happened to us

I wanna hear you shouting out your guilt

I wanna hear you screaming our names

I want you to feel that pain
that  you caused

and that will never go away

Sunday, 13 November 2016

lions, beasts

he sees a cliff and a lion steps inside his dreams
there it is, with a mane blown in the winds
could someone help him see the stars in its eyes?
it's so calm, so loud, so proud, so cruel, so vile
he raises his hand to show the awe to the beast
it is wild, it is free, yet its heart is not mean
and there I am with a tattoo on myleg
he sees the mane, the wind, stars and dreams
forgets what's real, I bring him to his knees
and there I am with a lion...

and I dreamt about him last night
he was a victim


I caught him
when I fell in love
and he caught me
at the same time

Thursday, 3 November 2016

faith, belief

when you cross a cemetery
you have to pay attention

between all those graves
between all their hands
they are touching us
but we have forgotten
and we have no faith
no more

they are kissing us
stroking our heads
sometimes don’t care
they’re invisible

so when you cross a cemetery
the ground is full of them
and the air you’re breathing
is made of love

for those who don’t believe
they have gone forever

but we know that

when we cross a cemetery
we have to look for us
one of the graves could be ours

cause  we are between the deads

Tuesday, 1 November 2016

fear, scream

where do bad people go when they die?
they don’t go to heaven where the angels fly
they go to a lake of fire and fry
won’t see them again unless you cry

I can’t stand this day
I see them and feel them
I can’t believe, I don’t want to
but they are near

in my memories
they’re waiting on the other side

my head explodes
I cover my ears
but they cry inside me
I cover my eyes
but they laugh under my eyelids

all I hear and see is laughter

there’s no you
except in my dreams tonight

Tuesday, 25 October 2016

august, december

I've finally figured out
we're somewhere between
between the end of the line and the middle of nowhere

here I am
in this empty space
living on my own
trying to touch the edge

I want to be good
I want to be God 

please don’t wake me
no don’t shake me
leave me where I am

I look on my fingers
I scratch my arms
time hangs
I scratch my legs
shouting your name
and there’s no escape

it started five years ago
in August, and now
do you remember September
will you stay in December