I am a handsome soldier
a hero of wasted nights
filled with clear thoughts
about the complete pointlessness
filled with detailed thoughts
about easy dying and disappearing
I am a handsome soldier
my medals lost and forgotten
in the corners of the dustiest drawers
of my memory and love and yearning
the edges of the abyss are everywhere
always closer than you think
always gaping for your mind
always hungry, their mouth vulturous
for your thought, for your light
I am a handsome soldier
I drag my gun alone through the desert
my feet are filled with strength and blisters
my palms are made of scares and strong grips
my lips are a mountainous relief
my lips are silent and thirsty and closed
22.01.2014, 02:16