Cyanideinmyveins

About my eyes, the night pulls itself     together like a ring. My pulse transformed the blood into flame and still all was grey and cold about me. O God, during living days I dream of death. I drink it in water and choke on its bread. For my sorrow, there is no weight on Your scale. Hear, God - I sang the song in Your favorite blue color from Your heavenly roof and then awakened to Your eternal touch, not the dawn. My heart is ashamed before You- almost void of its scars. Where do I end? - O God! Then in the stars, also in the moon, I saw in all, Your fruitful valley. Already the red wine becomes feti