Wings of the Dove

The dream is over

Awakening is here

There's disorder

Everywhere

And now it seems you got near

World is coming down

under my feet

No warning

Anytime

Wings of the dove and raven's beak

Touch me gently on my cheek

Empty feelings, dust and seed

violence flavoured liquorice

Wings of the dove and raven's beak

Tormented beauty, strained and bleak

Forgiveness broken, limbs apart

Seeking again for a brighter side

Separation

Not even sigh

Confrontation

You and I

The dream is over

and you don’t care

My scars wide open

Blood on the chair, flows