Wiersze – The Call

I am Distroyer of bones
and blood. Of what I
wanted most against I see.
(It takes me High, but I don’t
want at all)
I’ve done what I am
doing. I felt Evil skin
smiling through walking. Behind
my touch. I felt grey buterfly
flying in me. It’s wings kiss my
inside.
I’ve learned to love that me&you in
the mirror althought blood on
the fingers. But, I never want
to see. But touch can be so
forgetful. I don’t want to remember, but
I walk through the streets behind
Sunset, where fights begin.
I am Distroyer maybe I learn
how to beat to pain to feel
on my own. Maybe I take sorrow from
ultimate fight for letting it in.
Let them take me! Not to
forgive You at all! To see yourself
(in the mirror), maybe
I won’t be Distroyer again?
Maybe I won’t let You?