Jan 29, 2014

rape

I felt his cold fingers on my naked body, soul, mind
This atmosphere,
this room,
it's dirty, sweaty, stinky

Vapor in the windows
from the cold breeze of his breath
Old sheets in a knot on a floor,
tied, ripped, sullied
next to him
and he shivers
and he whispers
"How did it come to this?"

But it didn't come to this,
it was always like this

The land of the ruined,
the rich and
the greedy

Nov 6, 2013

dead



And there's no remedy for memory,
Your face is like a melody,
It won't leave my head
Your soul is haunting me and telling me
That everything is fine

Everytime I close my eyes
It's like a dark paradise

Oct 7, 2013

I sleep with scissors under my pillow,

because you never know when they are coming.

Aug 12, 2013

0021

When you tear out a man's tongue,
you are not proving him a liar,
you are only telling the world that you fear what he might say.