Narcisstic Goddess

I mend in silence
the chain of broken sadness

My exhaled warmth
is melting glass to tears

I’m the fear of the victim
in the innocent child

The grain of gold hidden in the sandcastle
is my secret

I’m the burning funeral
of the crying and wounded epos

The dewdrops disperses
by my whispering shadows

I’m the cold gaze in the soul
that you can feel staring

The footprints on the ground
is my historic creation

I’m the predator
playing with its prey

The fingernails on my hand
is scratching up your skin

I’m the glassy surface
of your jealocy

The madness which is laughing
is my face turned towards the moon

I’m like the sun in zenit
with tidewaves against the seashore

The scientist’s awful brain
is my ordinary taste of insanity

I’m the president
of the united glorified feelings

And everything between us
is me

(den här skrev jag för över två vintrar sedan, liksom; the mistress of agony, the guardian angel's outstanding chaos, the grim reapers gorgeous widow, vulnerable miss lovely’s needs och little invisible princess of insight)