Reaching ... in

I laid my head
barely
listening
to that haunting sound
and my hand reached
the bottom of my heart

Into the abyss
silent, longing
nothing else to give
no trust
no sense of belonging
it is where I got

Light is calling me
but it is too late now
I am reaching ... in

Beautiful violence

a heart that loves its scars
lacks faith in its purpose
and it's following the path
of the beautiful violence
you left behind...

disclosing secrets of a
blood stained portrait
opening the archive
of the beautiful violence
you gave it

so farewell, again.