#148 (Ouroboros) [en/de]

you’d lain waste to

the paths I used to travel

all detritus and broken mirrors

some shards still carrying the lies

you’d repeated for so long

they became the only truth I knew

instead of courage you’d sold despair

made me drink Lethe’s water

praising it as the finest wine


I was using up all my charcoal

bringing a rainbow to the empty streets

saving the stubs for the rainy day

that never ended

because you’d ripped every umbrella

with your venomous verse

disguised as compassion


yet I refused your empty vocabulary

ripped apart the blank pages

like I’d shed my skin

too many times

and bled and bled

ghost flowers keeping me company

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