Melancholia

The horses will never cross the bridge
Beating won’t move them an inch
On the ground they’re fixed with chains
It’s the final day to recite your prayers

Return to the stables before the end
Has reached us at our fingertips
Before it choked our voice away
Is it scarier when you cannot scream?

The earth is evil and nothing awaits
Sit in a magic cave when it happens
And our little world crumbles apart
At least you will have me by your side

We will be submerged by the blue together
There’s nothing holy about it,
This is just a plain old melancholia
We were destined to die

Room

Ma, are we alone?
I ask but no one replies
Then I kneel, watching the flies
Ma, turns around
She breaks the silence:
‘these flies will eat our rotten
Flesh when we die’
Ma, often screams
Across the room
Because there is no escape
From the pair of his eyes
Staring in the night
Our room is a pair of jaws
I heard once she said
There’s just something
Wrong with her head
But then she whispered
‘i’m better off dead’
So I covered my ears
And whimpered like
A dog in fear

Wake You Up

When you are tired
I cannot wake you up
Few times I have tried
To cling to your bed
Bathe you in my tears
The room was overflowing
But you couldn’t wake up
Like always I was left alone
Scooping the water with
Two buckets in my grip
I wasn’t ready to drown
When I knew that you could
Wake up someday
So I sat on the edge and I
Felt your gentle breath
Then I closed my eyes as well
And we sank into the
water together

Hearing Voices

I thought that I’ve heard someone calling
My name from the back of the water
Nymphs wail in those ancient stories
As their wings have been broken
By the unexpected thunderstorm
I kept making up the legends
Who’s that voice inside my head?
Strangers tell me I need a mirror
It’s me, I’m still wailing to myself

Summer’s Body

My body is driftwood
It’s cracked in several places
When I’m naked
I feel that my ribs will break
If I breathe too hard
My breakfast was pain
And I skipped my lunch
For dinner I had some water
And swallowed the pills
Without hesitation
I lay in the bath like a
Corpse inside the coffin
But they all keep telling me:
‘Are you dead enough
To have the summer’s body?’

Bleeding Lily

Her white garment is tainted
She will make you look twice
If you ever see her again
The lady is an empty space
Her eyes are closed tightly
Like a pair of windows on
The ruined house that’s
Almost falling to pieces
She leaves crimson marks
When she walks on the street
A speechless bleeding lily
How could she ever ask
For your help again?

In Love

The graves have possessed me
Do you still dwell there inside
Waiting for me still, even when I cannot die?
They say there’s a stone on your heart
but I keep seeing it move
The cracks will break after a push
Blood runs through my veins
I’m a present covered in ribbons
Manically prepared to destroy the
Barrier between us with my bare hands
Ravens would land to kiss your flesh
But I know that you are only mine
I will pick your bones and build a shrine
To worship under the green light
I’m not possessed, I’m just in love
And love who else am I supposed to love?

Gold In Ashes

So long to the dandelions
That whimsical Summer’s bloom
Golden skirts swirling in the air
We were careless and free
Until the wind snapped us apart
Away from each other
The ashes flew from the west
And settled on the soil
The blossoms slowly disappeared
For now, I warn the strangers
Only death grows in here

Stallion

And again and again and again
I have ended up in this situation
This pointless galloping towards
Prestigious madness
Millions of circus performers
Watching relentlessly
But they only clap for me
His spur goes through my skin
They tell him I’m skittish
Not knowing that agony could
Explain this nervousness better
He hits me again and again and again
Smiles and waves to the gazing troup
Then he yells into my ear
I must run faster even faster, faster
But instead I drop on my back
Birds chirp while his bones crack
That very day I was put into sleep
I killed my horseman before he killed me

Blind

In between the ashes
Sick and grey mosaic
Her legs are lost
To the left or the right
Which way should she go?
This Sunday morning
She couldn’t brush her hair
The buttons on that coat
Are nearly falling off
Like the hope to see
Fourteen years ago
The day was phosphorescent
Jumping, one step, two
Flowers in every colour on the way
Some were in a thrilling red
She said ‘they are like my dress’
But it didn’t last
The old Nancy witnessed
How the girl fainted
The pack of men surrounded her
With knives they pierced her eyes
Old Nancy couldn’t help
It was the fear that stopped her
Someone quickly appear
Help that poor blind girl
Lead her to the way she should go
Lead her to the way she should go