The waters embrace

he — this one hurts you on purpose he — he enjoys it when he can hurt you, yoh... I come with peace, you declare war... somehow, the picture doesn’t make sense... yesterday he was with another — you can smell the stench that flows from him... a night vision... morning tears of the soul in your eyes... you stay silent and just swallow... uh, the little prick — hurt you again... yeh... a night vision in the dark... a cloud of dreams revealing truth... it would break, it would confess... but you no longer ask for it for one who is not faithful in soul does not deserve you... he wants to see your tears, not your joy for him, every hole is a bite... the woman in the bathtub, broken... in fetal position, the water embraces her — her only friend... he — he — he wash the soul clean... heee — heee don’t cry, orphan soul... he — he — from above they hold you... he — don’t be ashamed of your body... but she only says... he hurt me so many times, I got used to it... he — heeeeeeeeeeeeeeee... let the water rock her now and cleanse the soul in the heavenly sanctuary... she was the food of war... yet she came in peace... she does not wage war — she lives from love... she now steps off the battlefield... the water washes the soul and the body clean... he — hee — heeee... no more tear falls on her lips... he — he — for he hurt her so much, she got used to it...