Diary of Dreams

Just give me nails

To be my burden



Crucified emotions struggle to survive

And the truth, she has not heard for long



Cold and bare, but sacred ?

Who has the guts to spread such lies



A picture of a willow - with a widow in black

A child ton bear - in blooming beauty



For she gave birth to dust



Roses covered by a layer of snow

Freezing wind surrounding,

What you call holy feet

Just a child without a wooden cross



Afflicted hands towards heaven

How could you dare deny ?



How can you blame a widow

For detesting who you are ?



Bare of sore - touch naked boundaries

And empty hands - a widow's life