My world is filled with images and words of you
Gushing into the void of your absence

Clouds from steel
rain water from keel
racing into earth's throat
suffocating

blood from shreds
tears from dreads
running out of my pores
clogging

my home
my shell

Tell Me How to Whisper Your Name

Tell me how to whisper your name properly,
because still I can't invoke you from my cold dark hole

Tell me how to whisper your name correctly,
because still I can't resurrect you from my vague dreams

Tell me how to whisper your name decently,
because still I am sitting in my loneliness alone

When all candle lights have faded away,
and nothing can sheathe me from fear,
I will cling on to the memories you gave me,
and recite each syllable of your called entity carefully,
Until you appear once more in front of me

Let's Cry!

Perhaps our tears can wash away the red of the shedded blood. Perhaps our tears can blow away the bad odor of the summoned death. And perhaps, if we cry hard enough, our tears can clean up the jug of hopes and aspirations, which is blackened by all the occuring violence. Let us cry together in unison!

My meadow is withering. But the rain I hoped for isn't coming. Despite the constant dance I have been performing. Despite the endless chants I have been singing. And a cloud came by just to say, that the rain isn't going to come.

My meadow is withering