My legs are full with scars and bloody lines.
The arms from my empty body are covert with scabs.
Warmth is flowing away and it becomes cold.
Laughing is now a punishment for my dry mouth.
The light in my eyes turns into fuzzy flames.
Darkness surrounds me and locks me slowly up.
Strength is the only hope in my cruel world.
Though the power to awake that, is gone.
My trembling fingers are rubbing the scissor gently.
The moonlight through the window shows many things.
Things that can not be undone, for it is for eternity.
Carefully the blood streams out of his shelter.
Tears are falling, like raindrops on your soft skin.
Breathing hurts my lunges and it burns a way through.
Weakness corrupts my whole soul and my body shows it.
I’m broken inside and there’s no coming back.
This was my choice, to make a long journey alone.
A journey that ends on the earth, but continues in the air.
*Dit gedicht gaat niet over mij*