When my sorrow is born,

I had forgotten
to add your picture
to the words my eyes weave.
To what limit, are we to march
against our wishes and desires?
Forgive me for keeping you alive
in passages of my life
and forgive me for letting you
blame yourself for that.
I am but a forgotten piece of memory
that still lives at the back of your mind
like a black and white string.
I made your world bright
by painting it black.
Will it not suffice your reasoning?
Or need I shed away the truth behind my lies?
I was nailed to the crucifix
to echo my victory
and you got on your knees begging me
to come to my defeat.
But I chose death
over a mortal life spent with you.
Be aware, that I shall return,
my body, my soul and my mind…
And when my sorrow is born
and when its oceans rise,
it will divulge and drown your entire world

16-08-2006