Katerina Val Poems

Scabby skin
hide me in
carry me between
the sickness and the guilt
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Run
oh but you have to hide first
Stay
too hungry yet to get away, to find the golden means to escape
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Flying galaxies above your head
Demented fantasies say to you are better off dead
But in the beds you are sleeping there is dripping blood
All the golden thoughts and the stable nightmares you had
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Grave is the difficulty you use to stare at your opponent
The knife you throw to pull it through his chest
The regret, through it you console by the terror of the end
Grave is your crime and your pretentious regret
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Harshened weels keep creeping to fix your freakiest sin
Fellow's deeds, shallow creeps
You follow the healing
But it's all false and it's all dripping
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Solitary defense
drenched to the distant eyes of a personal attack
and honesty resents
grudges for tiny fragments, shards of wounded innocence
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Soothe the sharpened sadness that I use
Console the raging madness I confuse
Can you?
Other than that, bye, thank you
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I have to give it up
The trumpets shrilling to my totentanz
I shouldn't have seen me falling down
The devil cracking my articulation's sound
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Caught in a frightened confusion
I opened my head and wounded my chest
Trapped in an early delusion
I closed my self and healed my lover's guest
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Trembling hands, wounded arms
Holding the fetus of a battling heart
Drawing circles of water on a dry unstable land
Hopeful promises blown through glass
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