I walk through,
Deeper in the dark.
With stabbed faith and slaughtered hope,
A punished heart,
And this murdered affection,
Chills in my spine, I slow down.
I have visited it
When my heart was less than an art,
When my cries where louder than those guitar strikes,
It welcomes me with open arms,
It accepts me for who I am and where I come from,
People here don’t look at my heels or my chest.
This place is comfortable,
This place is a mirror to my shade.
Through the black, I ignite my soul with memories
And the ashes begin to take shape
Shapes that are not defined by the norms of existence
Shapes that nobody could control
Shapes that couldn’t be seen through the world lens.
And I walk
Straight to those times,
Parallel to those laughs,
Here I coincide with lately lost ache
But this instant seems a decade incomplete.
And this time tried to bury my love,
My heart a seed ,it aged.
And today, I return to this churchyard
As the past, a graveyard of my belief
With graves of hope and grief in bone
Standing with flowers for the asleep, unknown and faceless
For the unknown,
But today, I have come here to bury you
For you have been this cold part of me.
As cold; my blood freezes.
Even my fingernails fight through colours.
And this place, it gives me fire
To burn out, I take wings up in smoke
And as I do that, something in me glows; only I can feel the warmth
And this fire, it gives me charge
So I bury every bit of you,
In this graveyard.
And I dig, but suddenly this soil seems so tight, my throat.
This body of you, so heavy, my heart.
But I collect every organ of mine and put you to sleep
I see you calm and still, as this moon
As this moon who keeps an eye on me as I bid you goodbye,
As this divergence splits into two.
And as the night falls, I await for a new sunrise.