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