The Fist of the Heart

This night is catching up with me,

the darkness woven of dreams,

of sleepless delusions.

Dawn slips out of clenched hands,

the fist of my heart strikes the final blow,

a double-edged tongue inflicts

a fatal wound.

I sneak between stolen memories,

hide behind a wall built on the basis

of human tears

and inhuman hatred.

Black stars hurt my eyelids,

the sharp Moon's tusk sends venom into

my soul carved in hope.

Every second burns in me,

every minute drives death away from me,

the endlessness that brings both

truth and love.

Let us not cheat lost guilt, it is high time

to resurrect God from the ashes.