in
a fury
of a rainstorm
I travel for a while
with hands inside my skin
with fingers wrapped around insides pulling me to pieces
with bloody nails I cut, without spilling a drop
in greed I eat, to feed the evil in me
alone I travel, without a breath
only the pounding on my mind
with the prints of your skin with greed
burn marks on my fake skin and fake my death
the shadow of your eyes, keeps me, captures me.....
so then I pretend of course, I pretend to see, I pretend to wink without eyelids I cry of course
empty on sights
empty on all
within
me