Bloody Moon

wofThe night is young
moon turned red
wolves started their hunt
tell me,
are you afraid?
Hiding in your room
weeping tears of pain
whining, crawling,
turning cold,
colder than death!

Watching the walls
as you lay on bed
waking up, sitting down
looking around,
there is no one…
except you,
holding yourself
crushing your hands
against your body
feeling alive, feeling dead!

Inhaling air
only to exhale
sleeping awake
going up and down
alive, in this opiate state!
Counting carvings
done by your hands
on your skin,
your own art,
your own, priceless deed!


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