Was i ever not lonely and not hungry for a lovely touch of a soft hand, did i not expect you would one day come through the tunel and wave in my direction like a lost traveller, how was it not obvious on my child-like face that something bad is coming, something that will push a sword directly through my brain, make it bleed like a psychopath's victim, put in dirt, all swollen around the eyes, was it not obvious it will hurt, life will hurt more than neccessary, life will be black as his eyes when he fucks me, dark like nocturnal angels, lost in the woods of glass,

Watch out!

Don't get cut,

Alright,

But what if,

What if i get cut,

Will someone be there to offer me a bandage?

In the middle of a glass forest you are,

I am

Alone,

Always lost,

Without a wish for survival,

If you put a mirror in front of me,

I will not recognize this face,

It is a broken memory,

A shallow voice,

A body with no name,

Silence.

Then,

A bird chirps.