Razor
sharp
I mingle
in a winter
atmosphere.
want claws for
hands,
razor sharp.
dissect you
anatomically.
see where your
pain is.
your pain
whom condemned
me.
I was not bad,
I become it
...
it happened to
me.
I moved into
the
infernal
chill.
want to dress
up
to become your
nightmare.
not disguise
myself
under a white
robe.
I'm no ghost.
No, you should
know
who I am.
want to haunt
inside your
dreams.
tear you apart
as a cushion
that I'll
shake
until emptied.
all of your
content
in your bed as
a red blanket.
powder snow
creaks
under my feet.
do you hear
me.
Oh no, you
don't.
I'm walking
outdoors,
waiting until
you sleep, so
my
icepick-claws
can damage
your heart.
will lead them
deep inside
you
so you never
will be going forward,
except when
pushed forward
in a coffin.
your fragile
head
splintered
over
the patchwork
quilt.
your soul torn
apart,
the thousands
of pieces
bring sparkles
in my eyes.
you fell
apart.
all shards
I put in my
body.
your soul is
mine
and I start to
glow.
I merge with
you,
not into
unity.
I feed myself
.. like I did
seven times
before.
[© BIANCA]
Salvation
to the point
of mauling
I'm broke
I can't walk
in sadness
of recognition
my sight
is unknown
of wind
direction
in the street
of winter
I'm really
capable
to throw
with
hailstones
but I will wait
for the
miracle
of hope
that will
bring
salvation
[© BIANCA]
I
took photographs from you.
You wanted
them as picture for on your wall.
When I walk
down the streets,
I see a poster
on a wall.
Don't look at
it,
this means
nothing to me at all.
Just a missing
person,
another poster
on a wall.
A poster on
the wall,
look at it,
there you are,
standing tall.
Walking
towards my place.
3 weeks of
isolation has done nothing good at all.
I look at the
pictures for on my wall,
look at
photographs of you,
this means
nothing to me at all.
I look at you.
You don't look
this good.
You don't look
like him at all.
Bang!!!
I look at you,
you don't look
this good.
You don't look
like him at all.
He didn't had
a hole in the head.
This means
nothing to me.
You are just a
missing person.
You are just a
victim.
You mean
nothing to me at all.
Just a missing
person,
another poster
on a wall.
Just another
dead person,
a victim, will
make a photograph of you.
A picture of
you for on my wall.
[© DERREL]
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