I want a cruel poetrythat infiltrates the shadows of everything
gives you to fire, cuts you to pieces , you and
your feelings , lies, truth
all in one, one in all
to write the silences and metamorphoses
prisons and reasons
a cruel poem for cruel humans
being only human you have the bigger cross.
I want a cruel poem that burns
more of a nauseating alcoholic,
Liar seeking attention,
bitches dressed with pain
cruel poem for ordinary people
that poetry is not,
lashes of blades on skulls and flowers,
we all wither , no escape seeking,
Dying is not easy, but you all are so dead.
My dying is living with courage to be but myself.
Cruel poetry – shredding myself.