Heartache

Will someone give me what I plead for?
Will someone rip my heart out?
Will someone or somebody find a way?
Will someone please, please finish me?

You are my food, my air, my water and soil
How can I possibly eat or breath you
how can I possibly drink or feel you
when I don't know how to touch you?
Will someone please, please finish me?

I don't know anything for sure any more.
I'm tired of looking, tired of seeking
It all seems so incomplete so strange
Perhaps death someday will show me the way out...

Wings of Leather

Winds that freeze, winds that burn
He brushed away his hair from his face
the pale moon strengthened his aura
and his red angered face seemed bronze

He turned the other way,
shook his head away with disgust
flapped his wings wide open
dark, hallow, soulless, leather shinning
storming like a bat in motion
wraps himself into his wings and
then raises one hand as to command
whereas the floor cracks and splits in two;
a canyon of lava, fire and ice together
stares at the ground melting
so beautiful, orange and gold,

velvet-blue pyre

"Time to rest"
he whispered to himself
"Forever"

Twenty-two minutes past midnight
the canyon disappeared
the crack is sealed
and amidst the irritating unbreakable monotony
only one being seems to be smiling in relief
It is sealed deep down within the planet's core,
sleeping...


Will you ever dare to wake him up?