I am your abyss, your ash and your hell,
I am your very last glance, may you recognize it.
I am your last spark, to which I bid farewell
and with it I wish to kindle a rainfall.
I am your first love’s heir,
the green jealousy of your lovers.
I am a diary. You dance within its pages,
a demon claps out from the storm: Divine!
Your breath is my bread and I – a knife,
such bread belongs only to me, the one who consumes it.
I am a crimson hospital at twilight
where your eyelashes still quiver inside.
I am a woodpecker in a forest of stars,
I peck out from my own self my tears.
I am your young death. And here I am found:
In me is your skeleton. I carry it within.