Hiding behind the terror and screams
Of your little girl’s dream
I am not a Prince
She will not live happily ever after
I am this artificial light
Glowing from her dead eyes
Streaming through her veins
Expanding, growing, eating her gut
She died silently
On a sunny day
It was morning
Her corpse buried under the city junk
While you were still sleeping
Your life away
She died on the street
Invisible to your loveless heart
Every day you walked by her rotting bones
Insensible to your own stench
She just disappeared
One day
Leaving behind a small drop of blood, bones and life
A new screaming soul
In which innocence could rise again
With great respect!
A.
Happy Hour with Pablo and Lolaz 