The winter eats into me
It snows in my heart
I always bear my heart
Naked outside of me
Like a tingeling bell
But my heart is not
Of iron and steel
Thus, I easily break it
Thorns, nails and planks
Stick in the blood (Covering my heart)
Will I be taken from the shadow of far night
I am hearing the sounds of death
Breathing in my ears
A silence lokes under the wings of a dead bird
A silence like the quietude of open graves
I am hearing the songs of the birds no more
Nor the wind, nor the whistling
Of my own blood in my ears |
