Porcelain Veins

I dirty my soul with the hope

of the day before yesterday.

I don't know the pain

worth defending against.

You broke down the door

to my heaven again,

you went back to hell

in a roundabout way.

You searched for tears to satisfy

your hunger, but met only

a scarlet silence,

dreams from adulthood.

I don't know which of these tears

has become a memento

of dreams, a memory

of the summer

that nobody here misses anymore.

My heart is cold, my blood freezes

in porcelain veins.

Teach me to speak the language

of angels, show me life

from a perspective

that I do not know yet.

Another star goes out

in your words, the naked night

does not bring a resurrection.

A new thought stuck in my head,

the sun bloomed

in the raspberry sky.