Zuisudra

the air is cold and thin
in the dead of winter night
a woman standing still
in a dress of purest white
her bratuy was unmatched
but her heart was black as coal
a gorgeous outer shell
to a body with no soul

i woke up to her touch each and every day
her skin changed precious white to a dismal dying grey
unlatched the golden clasp that held her rotting cloak
and from the heartless void poured a putrid posion smoke

i fell through the trees
my bodu lurched as i hit the forest floor
i fell to my knees
all hope was hone, faith abandoned

i woke up to her touch each and every day
her eyes changed deepest blue to a grim and empty grey
the spirit left my body
and walked into the sun

sorceress, spell-weaver
masterfull deceiver
shameless lie believer
punishment receiver

I’m alone between the masses
I’m an actor in their world.
I play a role.
For what?
To be?
To be a kind of a human?
I’m leading myself, behind myself
Day by day