A Wish From The Northern Coastline

I wish to renounce this city,
Neo-city of the vile, cruel and damned.
To go far from its borders of neon filth
And breathe in the immense silence
Of another night.

My throat is dry, burned and beckoning,
My drumming eyes see nothing but unsung consequences
And I heard,,,a gentle wind over a tiny wave
- A dream of disbelief -
I had the lemon's acid
Under my skin,
A mad thirst!

Ah little star lying dead
Where you loved,
I could never renounce this city
For her face
Is it's very heart.

Every step returns me, blindly,
To the emptiness where I held her,
I knew her, I knew I,
An I not my own
But a vision of her silver lips.

Oh her smile turns my eyes
Against each other:
One is blind with adoration
The other blinded by illusions
...Oh to be blind!
Yo give the heart no visions
Of beauty, that lead
Only to self-deprevation!

Now there is only a knife and a question.

Time will make you it's god
When it desires a keeper of melancholy.
With one decision I have ruined
Past, present and future!
Oh burning present!
Leave me to the lightning.

A dream is born in sleep
But once born it can never sleep.
The echo of her voice keeps everything alive
- Narration of failures and lauhgs
Woven into an air bleeding basslines -
And through the mirror of my eyelids
Regret is cut into a million pieces:
Of will, desire, schemes and maddening romance.

If I must return, routinely,
To that brightly haunted city
Just to see her,
I will.
I must make her see who she is to me
And who I want to be, to her.

If I must wait,
I will climb unto a balcony
- Hiding its aluminium face -
And throw a little orange into
The street below.
I will wacth it being trampled on
Indifferently, mechanically,
Watch it being torn slowly
Into savoury pieces.

The bitter juice, trciklng down,
The black pavement
Shall be my tears,
Tears of interlude
Beginning and ending
Where I last saw love.