Crows pecking at skin
Carcass tainted red
Feasting on love
Face now bone
Palpitating to oblivion
Trees reach out to grab me,
But I refuse,
I walk in thorns instead
Then, how am I to live?
When I remain undone
Without reason
To the end of time I’d run
Sell my soul to Lucifer
Bleed verve away
The things I’d do
Just to faintly feel you again
Things you will never comprehend
© Viviana Plasman
