Looking Into The Light To Find Truth

The stream of black trees yield the screams of a ghost that cried for my blood

deeper than a hollow hole, in too deep, the foot was locked in a lamp of a light not worth looking into

if looks could kill
if light could kill

there was a shape of relation to the character who stood opposite, amongst the trees; a white pale fragile fragment sicker than sweet scent and as haunted as.. myself, yes

it were a relation to symbol of mere more hate towards my own body

if I could kill
I hole the light and look again
(whole again)
If looks could kill
I'd give them

I'd to kill my bad side, my naughty secret
deep late in the night a'mong the forest
amongst the talking trees of grey ladies
I were to shoot a look like a bullet shot
mourning it

looking on to more haunt
face the words, towards
the face tells a million stories
takes me into a world 'I used to love thee'
(a family album)

if there was a dim light I could fade away
out of sight
looks would be defaced
I'd behead myself
become a headless woman
one of them

if looks could kill
I'd be the first one to use them
on this woman, infront of me,
as if
she's my mum
my closest relation