Covering my mouth
I didn't knew that
these words
were ones i coudn't trust
When did your hair
became the water who
carried the sleeper's dream?
Flowers in the comb
you paint the river's of
that girl's viper tongue
We used to have
wind in our beds
Storm in our hearts
Now you trust the old glass of lust
she's drinking at her window
Opening your eyes when
there is nothing left to see
Closing your mouth
keeping the river in
Am erasing you from the skin
our past had once belong to
When did you become that broken mirror?
Multiples of you like your whore
Snakes of the unnamed tree
Fruits weren't born yet
Just you and what you never felt
was cut off the velvet red
Your words are poison
As your voice have no reason
To be left in
the world i stand and live
Wish i had never met
this new you, this water her
Your voices are distorted
out from the beauty i've remembered
There is nothing left to say
Just get back to where you belong
In the burnings of
Covered mouth
Painting: Caravaggio
