The beginning was blurry,
I couldn’t remember,
as if it were some faraway dream.
My neck strains, my bones snap,
there was a body, but no head,
I heard a voice, yet no one spoke.
A kiss of raw Winter grazes my back,
the white room slides beneath my feet,
grey fingers latch onto my twisted arms,
a jester’s smirk utters sweet words,
and the scalpel comes close.
Red lanterns of flesh and blood bob,
Skipping in joyous snowglobes
Her soul-windows hang from thin worms
The beat of her heart suffices to none,
Her blood tastes like acid and copper
And her body is useless for origami
It looked so much more beautiful attached
The Right Hand of death clatters to the floor
And meshed are her lips to mine
Water trickles down my throat,
an abyss is all I see,
I screamed to God and was silenced
By a soft and warm hand,
That almost felt like my own.
My legs move on their own,
And we are bound by a red thread
Fear chokes me, but my heart doesn’t beat,
By a single body, her True Fate, my only love
I’ve forgotten how to speak,
And rising forward, our torsos bend and stretch
Tears well in my chest, I can’t find my eyes,
I share the innocence stolen from an angel
A horror, a devil, I’ve been made a monster.
It is an idyllic dream come true
A nightmare I will never escape.