Maria B.
Mystic
His night will soon come to an end.
Stainless steel slices islands of streetlights and more:
warm flesh, skin too thin to be considered
an obstacle. And even death is nothing,
a sigh in the hazy winter air,
an imperceptible prayer to no one.
The blade slices his last trembling victim,
and she bleeds all over the dark sky.
Stainless steel slices islands of streetlights and more:
warm flesh, skin too thin to be considered
an obstacle. And even death is nothing,
a sigh in the hazy winter air,
an imperceptible prayer to no one.
The blade slices his last trembling victim,
and she bleeds all over the dark sky.