Black MagicI am a human, my gender is female.My hair is bluish-black and skin is pale.I can say I am alive, but only physically.Feelings are dead, there is no sympathy.Over the times battle scars got deeper.Becoming tired inside,my soul is crippled.All good I touch becomes filth.Conscience goes blank without guilt.With pain of my bleeding heart,I suffered constantly, I suffered to much.No way to describe it unless you share same fate.Imagining better world on the end of the rails.Someone will notice and give you a hand.You persuade yourself there is still some hope,but future tailored paths of past again,covered with mystic fog.Everyone's gone!''Hey my dear all mighty God! Where are you now? Saving some hungry children or sharing a peace and justice? I can't hear you, do you even care? You left me too, I am very scared.''Sitting defeated in the big dark room,holding my favorite black pen,on clean sheet of paper,I'm scrabbling d
Alluring passPromise after promises,these are the terms I violate.Little often, to much, againthey are loosing meaning fast.But no, I do not lie to people,by hiding behind honor mask,person I deceiving is my self.No changes I'll face and maintain,when misery sets rules to betrayal.So can I deal with the truth, accept it?When future is very blurry place to make it.Will I still be able to tame my feelings and needs,or I will let them feed with my emptiness and fears?So tell me.How much more can I hold you in chains?Wrapped by my dreams and hopes I stayed.But I'm getting weaker again, it hurts.Will I surrender, fall?Loose everything I fight for?Creating a mess from peaceabyss in me, will never be pleased.