Like by Bettina Meggele

Like a river of blood.
Like the poisoned wind.
Like a razorblade,
cold against my skin.
Like a repeating thought.
Like the growing pain.
Like a joy unknown,
hitting hard as a train.
Like an ocean of tears.
Like the coldsteel sky.
Like a frightened child,
ready to die.
Like a mountain of hate.
Like the lonely mind.
Like a rockhard hand,
searching to find.
Like a weeping heart.
Like a driedout eye.
Like a tortured soul,
screaming to die.