la mort de l’innocence
February 6, 2019do not cry little girl do not leave your chair do not let
your feet touch this earth does not want you the wind
will not carry your whispers and this
moment may be the brightest of your
little life of struggle and pain;
don’t trust the man with the machine
standing there in front of you
he is no photographer
he is no other than your dark future
staring at you
through the keyhole of the door
that will forever remain closed;
his eyes are black thorns,
he is the collector of lost souls;
in his world you’re not welcome.