When the sleeper awakens

There is always something absent that torments me

I accept your branches fluttering through my window

You wanted darker (a constellation of bruises)

We kill the flame  (illiteracy between the legs) 

Welling up and in tears

Backward years hardening the thaw 

You pluck fears from my skin with a straw 

Fridge the glimpse of an unreal moment 

For all my scabs are hidden armor

Useless to prevent iron maidens from the daily life