I play with words, I live through them,
I make them hurt, build them in frames,
which I crush, or they crush me.
They make me „hushhh“, they make me scream.
I’m born for words, to draw and twist
sometimes we flirt to devilish kiss,
sometimes they turn me into slave.
They give me thrones, they give me graves.
Some words I love, some words I fear,
and often kills me what’s the dearest
and sick word-spells make me reborn.
Words make me stay or make me wish I’m gone. ...