idanticawords

And I am the black painter of all things

beautiful and white,

innocent and free

I am the destroyer of dreams

Look into my eyes and you will see

Death is creating his hide out there

And while my sight is turning darker than black

tears flee for their lives

the dragonflies of my mind

My heart is marked with a spade

turned into one

Can’t you see dear?

I breath out

Death breathes in

and this is not a

downward spiral, no

This is hell dancing

and crushing my feet

in

every

single

step