She can’t feel the wind blow
She can’t tell to where they go
Paralyzed, the unwanted ghost crying in the corner
The night starts singing, they won’t end the night
They won’t end the torture, the ghost still has to face the massacre
She can feel all eyes staring at her
They’re drooling, their fangs sharpened
They speak as they detain
They laugh as they bite
They scream as they kill
And they kill as hell
She doesn’t want to feel anything anymore
Like a one-winged angel, she losses her power
No arm
No shoulder
No one
She’s the unwanted, she is the princess become the scum
Excruciating, like a werewolf seeing a full moon
Delivers painful messages through injuring
Something she would live forever with
Something she would bear as weakness
Something she would become
The unaccepted
She would do wrong for the rest of his [unreal] life
Screaming will be muted
Protest will be a pantomime
Body will be wasted
Hand will be petrified
Tears will be useless
Death will be heaven
The unwanted remains still
Night seems unfriendly
Where dark cannot offer comfort anymore
The owl hides its head, it tells it cannot save her anymore
To the fanged fear, to the bitten reality
To the fake saint who kills your soul discreetly in faux blissfulness
She wishes to be unseen
The ghost wishes to be a ghost.
- G -
