i seek fortune of a lyre
with no tongue in his jaws
a word he cannot speak
and a day he will seek
"i see a man with no repose
stuck in his head like a martyr
to his own bible mind
watching the other birds take flight"
to me i'll find my sweet life
stuck in a cobbled make of Mary
with a golden wire strung round
the neck of god himself
"he tries to find a day
where his ferver is rife
with somewise words wrapped
around his tongue"
i found a new way to breathe
without the need of my lungs
instead i'll believe in god
till the knees of my love break
"where did the light in his eyes go
the wish to seek a truth
oh he lost himself in illusion
with a thought of power indirect"
it is dark in here
"oh so it is"
please let me go
"and allow you to see me"
i cannot breathe
"oh soon you'll meet peace"
ESTÀS LLEGINT
if not human
Poesiathe anthology of emotion, the passing of life, the epilogue of pure, unfiltered regret this is "if not human" poems, prose and stories from the dark
