I never cut myself the way I did right now
and the water which is running through me,
it never left such burning marks on my skin,
the way it does right now
the wrinkles on my face did never before
just like right now
and the heart never before screamed
with such a broken throat and infinite pain
never before that very moment.
What is the piercing of the soul,
what is the loss of sight,
I suppose they both
leave a face white, white and cold,
like the one a ghost must have,
if having any
then you are looking for the drug of oblivion,
asking friends and acquaintances.
But one thing is for sure,
pain makes us believe in things,
which do not exist;
things, which have no legs and barely can walk.
So before falling again, think about it.
A fierce warrior, a demonic beast,
which doesn’t take any breathe at all
in front of others,
this is how this kind of love,
which breaks, transforms everyone.
chase that open yarn,
in an explosion of threads
and you try to put them all together.
Thinking that you might
start over and over again,
at a different time,
on another opening of a different yarn.