Edinet

Wind blows through my skin, I cry.

Last breath is gone, I die.

Just look at my naked, red blooded soul!

You want to die, I want you to feel death more.

When people cry tears, I cry words.

Beautiful poetry, resumed just from thoughts.

Women are vultures, they corrupt your soul.

I'm a hater, a woman, I destroy what I own. 

I close my eyes, and remember what I had.

The people. All monsters, who craved only my blood.

Feelings of hate disguise from my mouth,

I'm a hater of love, and a hater of life.

When I walk through a field, all nature dies.

When I walk through a room, people's love turns into knives. 

All this misery hidden, in one young looking doll.

With lips the colour of peaches, and skin the colour of snow.

I look softly at my people, my insides slowly rip apart.

I will destroy all their lives, I will burn this revolting town.

L