Poem

All the lost heroes

return

at dawn.

They have conquered

nothing

but

A moist pillow

to rest their head on.

A cold body to hold

A dumb mouth to kiss.

Can you hear them?

They are dragging their bones

and rattling their swords

while they re sneaking in

more silent than an army of

ghosts

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Poem

These 100371
faces follow you
in your dreams.
This Styx of hungry mouths
flows in your veins.
In the thick darkness
you have their eyes.
In the silence
they lend you their ears.
They promise you
comfort.
You gave them your
loneliness
to hold.
They come for
the flesh,
you sell them
your soul.
They take
your name,
you hide
in their anonymous
roar.

Poem

Your Life

must be an Operetta.

So many

crooning masks

meaningless words

forgotten lyrics

fluffy lying

shiny suits

plastic vegetables

sweaty foreheads

dripping make up

amnesiac smiles.

Sometimes you have to pretend

that high Opera is so much different

from Life

Then

you can act like Tristan

but do not worry

nobody notices it.

Poem

The mad effort to condense the fear and  split  the

night.

You should shut your eyes in the dark  and

slip behind the black mask stuck to the

void

clench your teeth in the stammering silence

crouch by that bare tree

conjure the memories of the dead

be overwhelmed with the sweet scent

the decayed flesh reeks in the windy

country you inhabit. The

night will open up for you, bleeding with

darkness

and fear will hang at your side

like an angry dagger.