word for word I’m writing my book,
making my costumes and playing me
the best I can
I think I am rather good
remembering all those lines that could
have once made a difference
when sunsets felt real,
beyond their damaged magnetic fields
I sang, I danced, I concurred
and when my sword bent from its knees
and I couldn't cry any more
I walked on burning coal through the icy rain
to embrace the forgotten
Il s'approche trop il s'éloigne trop.
Je regarde les mots sur ses lèvres. Sa bouche
remue lentement. Plus lentement. On n'entend
rien. On voit son contour changer comme dans
un miroir d'eau. Qui tremble. Sa bouche remue.
Il avance dans la voix. Ce sont des paroles qui
s'ouvrent sur ses lèvres. Gouffre. Le cercle pâle
se ferme encore.
Ses mots se font toujours plus rares, ils ne
walk with me into the polar night
cold is the new heat
didn’t you know?
you like to watch blood penetrating the snow
do you want to touch it?
the climate will change
the oceans shall rise above our chins
and turn our fur to white
the sun shall linger under the horizon
patiently restrained by strings of darkness
the sun shall never come up!
This is what keeps me going
It is my path of knowing,
My essence belongs to me
I'm not bound to pay no fee,
From under my skin I slowly emerge
New-borns from myself I endessly forge,
Fractions of one-second emotions die
One by one in darkness they fly,
Flawless beliefs begin to cristalize
My "I" is non of your concern how it dies!
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