Confusion

I used to search for pieces of shattered dreams

Every night,

But I couldn’t find my soul

(It was just the abyss of the heart).

A brutal landscape of my life,

So perfect in its imperfection.

So, I thought it’s ok to be human,

During night,

When I swing the empty cradle of my unborn child,

When I mourn you,

the one whose earthly journey ended;

(Without warning

Without a kiss

Without goodbye)

When I am a whore, a child, a princess…

Cursed night.

I feel alive when demons come. Fear bites on flesh

with hungry fangs and so do words,

At night.

I’m mad, I scream, I hate, I cry,

I throw, I break, I scratch

I die.