I Live As A Shadow Poem by Unic Cjonr

Cut I do, not the sides of paper.

Nor do I attempt the use of
scissors.

I cut needles into my veins.

I smack my tears below my eyes.

I taste every single hurtful cry.

I walk among the dead.

They are alive with death.

I live as a shadow.

I live inside death as my shade.

I see the tree hanging with a rope.

You only want to feel loved.

I scream but not to the clouds above.

My shouts are meant for me.

My curse is nailed to my cross.

Hammered by the stone I use as a coffin.

I listen to witches whistle.

I wish for the witch which witch.

I am cloned by my shadow.

I walk backwards in her flaming footprints.

Grey blood bleeds while I paint the portrait.

The picture displays a window.

I stare into a broken mirror.

My face is cracked.

I have cracks in my face.