What makes a person, Layla? Is it two arms and legs,and eyes to see,and a voice to speak with,and blood to spill? Maybe, he saw me as a person. He did not seethat all I ever did was vibratingon that very last frequencythat was left by better days. He saw me as one,but I thinkContinue reading “See me as a witch”
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If it were
I wish it were deadly enough to give me one last kiss after which I could honeslty say goodbye and leave in peace. Not completely in peace.But still with a sweet,and sparkling,and ticklingof lifethat makes it possible to to greet deathwith lips just kissedand skin just touchedand needs just satisfied. I wish it were deadlyContinue reading “If it were”
Tomorrow never came
Eyes ripped into this facegiving away darkness.Something‘s hiding deep inside,not wanting to be seen,but still waiting for eyes, for thoughts to be gentle. You let me look into it,You let me explore them,and I wanted to reach out to them,and put my hands, my lips, my words onto whereveryour soul was leaking out. Why rushContinue reading “Tomorrow never came”
Witching poem
Violet and sugar Vanilla and death Witches are always guilty in dreams. Of all the tales that could have been Of all the things that never were I need another witching dream.
Dystopia lives
Surviving DystopiaSurviving the bearing of a heart,an oh! – so beating heart.Surviving meansit is still beating,and Dystopia means,it bears dark things. Waves of horrorand waves of agonywhen second for secondand minute for minutethrough eternity after alwaysthe heart asks for thingsthis world no longer displays. Until the skinburned up in desireonce tickled and floodedwith warmth fromContinue reading “Dystopia lives”
Of all the tales that could have been
Dreams tainted in blood,having become a shadow on an empty wall to stare at,embracing the echo of a sparkle having died within a lost moment in time.Just let it drown. Hidden deep inside,the part with all the warmth and the oh!-so beating heart,that urges to wake up and fight for things so close to theContinue reading “Of all the tales that could have been”
Of all the things that never were
Hope for worlds to collide, crash into each other, and merge and change, take little things from each other, and become something new. But there was only a moment, in which two worlds gently touched. A second for a soft and tickling heartbeat to promise something. Something to never happen, but still leave a scar,Continue reading “Of all the things that never were”
Vanilla and death
Vanilla scented horror, when she‘s dying. What to do, when out of daydreams?Unable to wish for things, to dream.When the world has turned into something.Something that does not require us.But inside we still exist. I am barely a person anymore, because I‘ve been vibrating too much on that last frequency, so that no light wouldContinue reading “Vanilla and death”
Mistress witch writes 