here's a skeč with only white ceruzka

Autor: Kornel Krakovský | 19.3.2020 o 1:04 | Karma článku: 0,00 | Prečítané:  9x

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restless nights of doing nothing at all

have caught up to me

now I'm tired

and weary

 

through my window I enter those

field field fields

empty field field fields

 

and the empty fields are full of

empty bodies of beautiful women

their empty eyes look

for fulfillment

draining the green from the grass

which is now contained in their fingernails

 

their fingernails shine under the empty sun

and the empty green radiates

like a field of jade

 

their smooth skin is now

the smooth smooth field

 

and I lay on it

weary, from the world

 

when I wake up I see

I just fell asleep on you,

my dear

and the emptiness

all

this

time

 

was just me

 

and you...

 

...dressed in pearly white

empty/white

like a blank canvas

or a pair of pearls

like your eyes

 

empty like a well with no water

empty like a coin

-or a word that shines in my hand

and I drop it into the deep

and the emptiness dissapears

as the splash at the bottom

echoes out your name

 

empty like

the life of day-to-day

empty like the emptiness

that makes our bones sturdy (or break)

our skin feel

and our souls burning

 

empty like most of the words

that get through my head

in a day

empty like looking outside

and seeing the far far far away

 

and then, 

I feel

fulfillment

as you bury your nails deep into my hearth

and it spurs out five rivers

which enclose between them the world

 

as the hearth runs dry

and I become one with the soil

at 6 crossing points of the 5 rivers

6 times I was reborn

 

the first one danced with you all night

and kept you warm

till the morning

and at the bring of the sunlight he fled

before you would dot the same thing

 

the second one listened

as you cut your lip

with your sharp words

and he gently ran through them with his finger

and gave them a healing kiss

 

the third watched from the shadows

still dripping from the river red

with red in his eyes

and the souls of many men

dried, on his hands

 

the fourth said a lot

paired words and sounds as he could

he wanted to be a wizard

He was the mightiest,

when he felt the weakest.

He is now dying

with lightning lightning out

from each of his fingers

 

The fifth ran

and swore to never look back

but he looked everytime he tought

no one was looking at him

he hid his care

in carelessness

he ran as fast as he could

so he can come back from the other side

as soon as he could

 

the sixth had it all figured out

he was empty

collecting toughts

he found the five

he slit their throats

drank their blood

stole their goals

 

the sixth man

on the sixth day

became a man

but only after he died

six times before

666

 

666

I repeat

just so you know

what you always knew

but maybe never had the courage

to reassure yourself

and It's the fact 

that the most beautiful toughts

are always beside the darkest

 

they mention hearths

as a symbol of love

in that sense

how much more love do you see

when I kill 6 men

and drink their blood

use six hearths as six cups

 

wicked

twisted

true

honest

 

I paint with only white

so the flaws are more visible

all the bruises

scars

all the dirt

 

the darkness hides you.

It hid me

so I had time to collect myself

but when you do

it's time to present

all that you collected

all that you built

under the light

on a canvas

of pure white

 

and it's not dirt

don't be scared

that you made that holy white canvas dirty

just because it's white...

all that means

its that It's empty

you give it the meaning

 

the killing

the blood

the disformed monsters

with slithering tongues

 

we all cast shadows

thats how you know, you're there

if you just go towards the sun

you will burn

 

so I

the Sixth

found all the others

and did to them

unthinkable things

now they are

flesh of my flesh

and blood of my blood

so that I could realise

the point

to my emptiness

 

but in the meantime of course

as I ate them up

I also drank up their nightmares

in which I often find myself drowning

 

often I try to,

clear my mind

I just close my eyes

and rest my limbs

and yet

I find myself screaming

as loud as I can

between the six walls of my soul

 

and that's an awful thing right?

feels like being trapped in a hexagram of

my homegrown near madness

 

is it?

or is it awful just because it's not

pure white

 

is it awful just because it has

long black claws

instead of nicely cut fingernails?

 

is it awful because

it has sharp black teeth

which bit of a chunk

from the neck of the universe?

instead of a

lying and ever-pleasing tongue of a coward?

 

It's not dressed in white

like the man with a suitcase

who came to sell you yourself

 

It's just a man

dying under the hands of a witch

and came back

just so he could again

5 times kill himself

 

he's the sixth

 

and right now

he has his madness once again

in his hands

the only things that is missing

from his fulfillment

is emptiness

 

and as he buried

his past

five times

there's one more

person left

 

it's the witch

who started it all

by digging her nails

through his chest

 

he counsels the bones

from his dead selves

and they tell him

where to find her

 

and he goes

with a goal set

and the reds still on his hands

 

he finds her

laying on her bed

in the hours of early morning

tired, asleep

from the days tests

 

and he lays next to her

finding his emptiness

and putting his eyes

soul

body

and all his six dead selves

to rest

 

drawing white letters

gently

on her chest

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