Killian's Crow

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©2007-2009, Martin Sagadin

 

 

                "Rain in my Heart"

 

Rain spills to the ground, and with it, you depart;

The very same now pools within my chest.

I listen to the falling in my heart,

A beat that sounds of sorrow and regret.

 

If I could love you more, you wouldn't stay;

Love won't change the leaving or goodbye,

As praying will not bring the sun this day;

I cannot blame the star, or curse the sky.

 

When did you become the only thing I see?

I am the bleeding victim of a careless boy,

As if your farewell carved a hole in me;

Only a reckless child breaks a priceless toy.

 

Oh, if I could banish love and harvest hate!

Sickness cleansed in the passion of such fire;

No more emptiness, or long nights spent awake;

But hating you would then make me the liar.

 

You say you love, but such is only pain,

If at the end you leave me to the rain.

 

                "Mausoleum"

 

My mind's a mausoleum for your love –

A ghost that finds me sleeping, or awake;

It whispers through my veins and in my blood,

And sings within me, every breath I take.

I wonder if this tomb begets my will,

If I could change my thinking or my reason;

But with the press of time, I feel you still –

The only thing that changes is the season.

I purge you from my life, ignore my phone,

Fill my days and thoughts and think I'm free.

For you, my love, I turn my heart to stone;

But every beat and every breath betrays me.

For years I have been haunted by this rhythm;

A pointless exercise in masochism.