Snow White

I take a little bite every day

Of the poisoned apple that you gave me,

And die a little bit when I do

Still smiling, though, when I see that

You are happy

/

My insides burn, my heartbeat slows down

And ghosts come to bedside at night

Believing I am one of their kind –

No matter, because I see that

You are happy

/

My skin is grey and my hands are weak,

My tears have dried inside of my eyes,

I think that, in secret from us both, I hate us both,

But I forget it when I see that

You are happy

/
When I have finished eating myself

Alive, what with will I feed your joy,

When I have nothing left of me to destroy

For you to remain at ease,

And happy?

/

To keep you this way, I must swallow poison;

To earn your “love”, I must kill myself,

But slowly, so you’d watch me and see

Me lose for you the Love and Power

I was born with;

/

What you call happiness isn’t it, I feel;

And what you call love’s merely greed,

Your power is a fortress of fear,

And those you lead, you’re leading through hell

To a deeper hell

/

Take back the crown of gold you bestowed

On me, for giving up my garland of light;

I do not want yet to go to sleep,

Not even in a coffin made of diamonds

And dreams

/

I’m sorry, but I’m going to go now;

I don’t know where but I do know why:

I want to learn, to touch and to feel

True happiness, not this of your kind,

And maybe

/

I will

I Promise, Part III

I won’t return

Ever;

These are the very last words you will hear

From me;

I’m sorry

That they took so long to say;

/

Don’t fear

That I

Will one day break into your life,

Followed by

My friends –

Cold ghosts and ruthless hurricanes;

/

Let’s call today ‘forever’,

So you don’t have to wait for me

Another

Moment,

And I don’t have to look back

Once I’ve left;

/

You know, I am

Freedom,

I’m not something to wait for

But something

To chase,

And you could never step away from home;

/

Thank you for keeping

Your promise,

For saving in my heart a little something

Human,

I promise, while it lives,

I’ll call it by your name;

/

Forgive

My cruelty;

Forget each time I died, and yet came back

To you,

Looking each time

More like Death herself;

/

I won’t return

Ever;

This really is the last time

That our fingers and heartbeats

Intertwine

Before my wings must carry me

/

Forever

To the sky;

I Promise, Part I: https://sixthsymph.com/2012/06/27/i-promise/

I Promise, Part II: https://sixthsymph.com/2013/05/26/i-promise-part-ii/

The Brushstrokes

It’s all a dream:

The lowest moments

And the greatest,

The imperfections

And the changes

Made by the mind

To what was by the mind,

Confused,

Created;

/

It doesn’t hurt, really,

When in my nightmares

Hungry demons

Gnaw at my bones

And rip to pieces

The magic heart

That every morning

I find unfailingly

Beating in my chest;

/

It is all a mirage:

This face, this body,

Their existence

And their ultimate

Disintegration;

There’s nothing wrong

With pieces breaking,

Cracks manifesting

On the unforgiving skin

/

Painted over

Emptiness

In thick colors

Of fear

Named and signed

By the artist,

‘Me’ –

Both as a sentence

And a key

/

To freedom

Dry

And water shall remain

Water,

Having absorbed the pains

And sorrows,

Which tortured what I used

To be

/

And I’ll become myself –

Freedom –

Having turned icy waves

Into wings,

Which’ll carry to the deep,

Slowly

/

The shell, which is now void

Of me