No, I’m sorry
I’m not Red Riding Hood
I don’t run away from the wolfs
For men are those who hunt

Wolfs lives in pack
Men **** them
Weapons against Nature
And you want me to choose?

Red Riding Hood had snacks
For her sick grandmother
I have anger in a small bundle

A woodsman once used his tool against me,
I remember it well,
I never forgot

Cries and violence
And the wolf
Drawn here by my blood,
The smell of it

He came to me,
And not in me as some men do,
with glowing eyes
that saw in the Night.

He had approached me carefully first
as no one ever did the child I still was…
Not any place for pretends

Not too close, not too far
Tail and nose lowered closer to the ground
Gentle sounds coming out of his throat.

He came to me slowly
So I wouldn’t be afraid
And silenced my fears by being

A whining cub I could have been
As he licked my cheeks
Telling me with our bonded Hearts
That with him, I was safe.

By his sides
I returned often
I still do
Each time I need to make my choice.

No longer here
Eclipsed by Fear
Seeking Blood
of Dreams
within the bones of Reason.

Crows under my skins
Hunting the snakes that gave them to me
As dark as night
The faded and the lost

Death meat
Of Hope,
An arrow in my flesh
My dreams are bleeding

Ride on
Separate Ways
inside my DNA
Horses racing
the sound like thunder
But no it’s my heart, beating to dying freedom.

Not even running with my own feet
Not even facing my own defeat
****** scream with sharp teeth
For I was alone
In my soul’s home.

Not even dreaming in my own head
Not even sleeping in my own bed
For the sheets are the snow
That by the sun's light glows

Lying on the cold ground
Praying to find
The Earth
Under me

Body boldly light
Feather caught in the wind
That blow an absent mind
Out of the presence.

One last kiss
To my already gone consciousness,
So I’ll never forgive
The loss of my memory.

One last breath
Taking upon my breast
As a sleeping beast
Inside my chest

I screamed
Wept in the dept
Of a no life land
Of a low knife end

I screamed indeed
Not a sound seen
My mouth was shut
Ans yet...

It was I who sang
It was I who cried this life
I who I left to die
It was me.

Spell my name if you might
No answer will come.
Spell my heart if you can,
Spell my thinking and debates,
the ghosts of mine you can see
Fracture what’s left of me
Rebuilt my shadows with what is left behind.

For all I care,
God may have written the Devil
To be less alone
Or the other way around

The ashes of my spirit lying somewhere
From where my words come to you,
Corpses of undying grace

I may be alive or death
There is no difference
For I am lying in the cold
Of pure glowing snow
In the dark
Alone.
Alone and no one will listen
Alone and no one will care
Alone but you will all ear
Alone but you will all fear
Like I did like I dare
Listen, listen
To the ****** and broken It may be you one day
Build from hate and dismay
It may be you one day