Seeing your face, I know
I wouldn’t recognize you
but your voice, I’ll know
Forever.
Lying succumbed on the floor
washed up on the shore of my own disillusions
you’re carving my soul in the air
making it of delicate vibrations
and cascading amplitudes.
I’m cut by your voice
that’s twisting my insides
I crave to be numb, but peace doesn’t come
while the air escapes my lungs
from the aviary of my ribcage
the petrified bird flaps away.
That beating mess,
that bloody ball of confusion
naked and exposed
a soul reborn in your voice
existence regained
that will embrace and celebrate pain
‘cause not knowing the pain
is not really hearing your voice
and how could I ever deprive myself
of such sublime beauty.
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