Nightmare

Tears and blood with wild rage
get mixed with fear and terror
to a net out of hundred fine threads
fragile and clear like the spider's one.

Blood and tears on uncounted ways
clear their path back to the light.
The wounds are still hurting,
the soul cries but nobody listen.

Tears and blood like blazing heat,
surround the spirit and tie it up.
Closer and close, harder and harder
and no knife can torn it apart.

Blood and tears which sap your energy.
The soul dried up, the spirit escapes,
the night fade pale, the tears dwindle,
the blood clot, I wake up


February 2003

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