this love hurts us like a palm tattoo

love hurt us sweetly just like a palm tattoo
fire smoldering deeply so you won't get lost
in the sleepy arms
when the warm breath refuses to flood your forehead
i will not give up on you to a thousand of angels
still have told you about my demons
the way they walk around dead or alive
through each of my memories
no one's carrying a light burden on the shoulders anymore
neither the sand or the shadow of their first taken roads
this life was given for both of us
for me the mortal
and you my dear tamed snake

birds trap

you will not remember your mother breastfeeding you or
the lullaby she used to sing to make you finally fall asleep
your father's hands that never caressed your face
no one will ever remind you of this
maybe just an old photography hanged on a wall
in an obscure room you visit so rarely
everything seems a dream so alive
where you helplessly watch the snow falling
so far away from yourself the seconds the hours the words
just as your first love was it the girl next door or the first one you paid for
hungry wolves bite the shades of light as much as they can so death
comes stealthily as a bird trap snatching the wings
death is an amputated leg learning to walk again
the voice of despair
knocking on your window