The Ruined

it's all about me...

From there...

I travelled the tail of time

in the realm of truth and lies

like those of simple metaphors

of straying fools and bourgeois w****s

Praise its infinite trials 

and its bulk of denials

for it was in its scalding streams

where I was forged to the extremes

Upon the space of my intuition

wave the clouded sea of deception

the great pretenders of day and night 

stars  and moons made of plastic lights

I became...

The lone woman who seek peace in gloom

a phoenix

who dwell in the regions of doom

the one who speak and dream in nightmares

a mistress cage in the dungeon of fears

And soon....