I write and
It's like the words also became my enemy.
They wanna have me powerless in this agony
where I stay insufficient in my voice.
I try to communicate with the monsters
but my mind is ashen graveyard - haunted,
my eyes are windows coverd in shredded drapes
and I can not speak about it.



I write and
It's like the words are coming for my throat.
The pain I feel blooming...