Your feelings soaking
through my chest
please stay gentle
while you think of me
until you can´t
then leave and rest
if it´s too much
for us to be


Call people moths
smitten with words
like lanterns distracting
they´re gonna die
some may fear pain
these mighty lords
softly pinned down to earth
you get to fly


They played a role
in a soft tragedy
I observed
along my spine
as I carved my heart out
enchanting pain
with the worst nightmare
of them all

Having nowhere to return


Pečivová Klára