A Criminal's Eye
This is the look that you have for me
A scent of danger that never leaves you and yet your presence and your voice reassure me...
“Look how much I look like an angel…” he said to me
Face of an angel and yet, darkness is never far from you.
A terror for your enemies and for the corpses you hide...
Face as gentle as a lamb, a lively mind in constant turmoil.
You are a prisoner of your little enclosure...
As a good boss, always doing your calculations and your accounts...
Money, Money and more and more money...
Money his first wife,
I will never understand this need for money, as if money was his oxygen, without it, he could neither sleep nor breathe...
It's not Pasha with "c" but an "s"
“S” for the snake, silent and sneaky who reveals little of his real thoughts.
A look that kills, words that hurt,
This is how my memory dresses you...

On the journey of life,
I've learnt that some people are just here for the take,

Continuously trying to **** sanity out of you, trying to contaminate your spirit with their demons, trying to contaminate your light with their sins,

Calling you to join them into their confused madness, their dark stillness and sovereign desillusions,

Lesson learnt, that one taught me to stop consistently try to give to who is not filling my cup back,

That the wise shall arise and that the fool shall be dragged into the pool of his own foolishness, unto which he builds his messy nest..

Thinking he is right while doing what's wrong, but life shall shame him in not long...

Christmas feels like Halloween 🎃
I'm haunted by memories of you
My leaves 🍃 are withering, yet I stand here...
I feel like a gin in a ruined house...
And yet I don't even want to escape...
From this isolation, from this darkness...
In an even darker bathtub, where I will find my death, there will be glory....

I hope you see my many faces,
I hope you know that you're in a masterclass,
change is the only constant,
My change and my evolution are my constants,
I learn, I unlearn,
I love the mysticism of this life,
A soul, a spirit, a heart in multi-dimensions...
In this air, spirits, voices...
The madness they send me and from which I escape...
I saw the tomb of those who want me dead...
I saw their failures...
Don't imprison a spirit that lives and dies to be free...

She put a black sheet over her bedroom windows,
For her not see the reality of her misery,
her obvious unhappiness...
Never leaving her place, occasionally to grab some groceries...
Then soaking herself into the dark water of the everyday torture of living...
Her soul yearning for the rest that only death offers...
None would save me...