Waiting for Emptiness

Do not feed my stars

with warm, oily blood.

Do not feed the words of silence

waiting for emptiness.

It hurts, fear hurts

so much.

Your thought burst in a corner

of my desolate head.

I pick up this wounded time off

the floor, roll an unnecessary tear

in my fingers.

Do not trust my melancholy,

it can stomp without a prologue.

I am blind, I am humiliated,

the light does not understand

my intrusive words.

Do not make your dreams breathe,

dreams that will never come true,

that elude the self-preservation instinct.

I walk away,

wrapped in warm, soft wings

of a guardian angel.