I found a man in a foreign land
Who loves me unconditionally
But I’m processing to cut myself
With old rage and desire
Like I remain the stranger
Even for me myself
In the woods with dark lightning
And holes
Reasonless
Still getting high instead of hope
In the land of my own
I can see hair curling
Under the butcher’s knife
So loud so bloody
No relief for the patient
No religious rewarded
In this foreign land
Blood remained dirty
So stay who you are-
Clueless
Miserable
Child
With the wound on her limb
Which the old man still summons
As beauty
23.10.20
No. 20 Honey-Angel
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