Memory of Sweet Thorns

[djpekky]

I think of you,
In the middle of swirling virgin cries,
And I Miss You.

Your Memory is so sweet and bitter,
like honey-covered thorns.

I knew that the goodbye would be forever,
That your leaving would be like a death,
for I would never have the chance to see you,
nor to see your vital signs,
and yet I wish I could see that corpse
that my hollow chest so dearly keeps in it.

Your ghost puts your arms around me
trying to console me,
but sometimes his comfort makes matter worse.

A pressure in my chest,
bloody shots of tears from my eyes,
and razors that cut my veins from the inside
seem to come from your memory.

There is a fire that refuses to bleed,
there is a sould that refuses to speak,
and yet, I wish I could see ou for the last time,
but your absence is like death,
and I also feel like I killed all
the few remining vital signs.

Tears of blood,
black tears,
and my face feels like razor cuts
that get a worse pain as my tears roll.

(c) Pekky Marquez, 2005