Death of a Super Nova

I started to write a poem
black ink deeply in her spine
her bleeding skin gave birth to a song
higher notes that i couldn't sing
so i cry, and my drops mixed up her desire

sing that song for me,
once again, once again
i will devore you in a blink,
infinite times, i will be there

I started to write a poem
and they looked at me like a phantom
my words are dead, my words are fiction
the burning words that killed her
have dissapear in her womb,
and they will stay there, like an angel
like a stone gargolye, inmortal,

I never want them back
i will die in isolation
like a perfect portrait nobody recognizes
that nobody painted
i will die, like so many others on the past,
condemmed to be priceless, unsigned.

I wish i could tatoo my body
with the lyrics on her eyes
telling an undecipherable story
unavoidable, endless
all the things i will never be
and she wants me to
everything we never said
cause we thought we never felt

I started to write a poem
i wanted to light the house
and let the bats hanging from my ears
fly away,
but they went deeper into the dark
and it hurts to be so deaf

sing that song for me,
once again, once again
i will devore you in a blink,
infinite times, i will be there
before i turn into a monster
before black wings grow from my back
and finish writing,
like an absent landlord,
the poem in your spine.


Ivan.