the ship of her thoughts,
was drifting away,
into the sea of darkness;
but along that way,
it got stuck,
in the whirlpool of sadness
— and it drowned.

I walk through fields of grass so green,
my eyes blinded by the sun's golden sheen,
the morning breeze kisses my feet,
the sounds of nature play their own beat.

as I walk through the scene, I spot someone
it is a beautiful woman,
she's there and then she isn't, playing hide and seek,
with radiant eyes and rosy cheeks.

I run around and finally find her,
tears in her eyes and lost are the smiles that once were,
there is blood on her clothes, her once beautiful face
is now mere patches of skin that none can erase.

she cries and cries till she bleeds from her very mouth
then asks me for help, hands stretched out
all my attempts at helping her fail
she is still crying, turning more and more pale.

she cries till her voice starts hurting my ears,
I can feel the blood oozing out of my ears,
her hand is still stretched out, waiting for the warmth of another,
her voice pierces through me, I shudder.

parts of me are now breaking,
the frequency of her voice is taking
away life from inside of me,
but what is that? I see a smile spread across her cheek.

she smiles while I struggle to stand,
she smiles while I feel my body drown in the sand,
my eyes shut and I fall into the whirlpool of sand below me
and then she laughs, humming a sweet melody.

feed me poison,
watch me die,
savour while I struggle.

stab me with knives,
hear me cry,
make my screams your favourite song.

cut me up,
bleed me dry,
swim in my tears.

let me go through hell,
in beds of fire, lie
make castles of my ashes.

leave me behind,
and say goodbye,
carry with you a piece of me.

but please.. don't say you love me
only to lie.

there was nothing
that stopped her from
ripping her skin and turning it
into a crimson work of art.

when asked, she said
'i am simply following
my love's orders,
to escape my horrific mind.

you can't see him and he can't you
but he takes me to wonderland.
he builds me my paradise
where i can finally feel free.'

some called it madness
some called it a saviour for a misfit
but all i saw was love and hope
between a messiah
and a creature fragile.

You're made up of layers
more than a hundred of them
but when you peel a few
they thought they already know you
impressed, appalled to see you
baring your soul, opening yourself
and you find it funny
and you find it kinda sad
because to you it's nothing
like a small scratch on a surface
nothing but just a few layers off
and you have a hundred more to go.