it feels like home
to suffer

tearing myself
bit after bit

no need
for judging

masochism is
my kink.

there is magic in fog
and darkness
in all that is white

but

there is no warmth
in cold
dont you even dare
to search for that

i ...

all the sweet
wonderful
sunny
things
are sinister

to the mind
that
sees them
through the curtain
of tears bitter
taste ...

Writers write, right?!

But what about other things, we, writers, have to deal with daily. Starting with a very primitive task as to find in the load of these mundane responsibilities...

who is next?
this heart is such a mess

but i keep sacred place
for hosting someone special

who does not walk this earth
but knows 
how to w...

this rain
in my heart
is more of a honey water

dripping
this flesh of my insides
like a flood
of celestial event

pure
and
n...

never
too short
for a promise

given
no price
and no order

abolished
in reeling
of notice

distilled
by vangeance

my roots
spread wild
in the foreign ground

no place
is allowed
to leave behind

memory's touch
leaves prints
on the trunks

if i can't breathe again
i force myself wake up

and walk

where?

does not really matter
i'll figure on the way.

why this witch is dancing
when half of the world is on fire?

because she lost the weakness
to love you like an impire

as if no tragedy was gonna happen <...

some come to purify my darkness

but all they really do

is pouring bleach 

on my flourishing in storm murk.

this voice
inside your head

these spoken
words

that spin
your head

belong
to someone else

so why 
you trust it?<...

cracked like a dry clay
how can i stay?

fear me, my darlin'
fear me for who i am

for no one is coming
to save us today

and each tender mo...