The killing

Men screamed.
With the swinging of my sword, heads falling.
I had no mercy, I spared no one.
A rage so deep, so cold.
On the prairie or the place where elephants ran rampant, I killed, I pillaged and I raped.
A river of blood followed wherever I go.
But nothing could assuage the hatred of a ghost that still haunted the woods, whispered revenge.
With each killing, my heart died a little...
Until it was emptied.

一个人的舞台

自己导自己演
自己编剧本
找一些情节来开心
自己骗自己
决定吃多少苦
流多少泪
选择牢记哪些事情
用什么方法虐待自己
如何让夜晚老去
美丽自己的美丽
生气自己的生气
寂寞自己的寂寞
悲哀自己的悲哀
夜阑人静
自己熄灯
自己下台
自己睡去

遇

烈阳将四周照耀成一片白花
我和我的机车
以时速100公里潜行路上
气流从双颊呼啸而过
两旁景色急速让道
我在自己的世界
风驰电掣

蓦地闯入一个白色身影
愕然之间
时间在我们擦肩的刹那静止
一身久经岁月洗礼的沧桑
怀抱的鲜花    娇艳欲滴
一种不对称的和谐
脸上雕刻着纯净安谧的微笑
他行走在自己的世界
一个我无法窥探的花园

这个午后
让我用半生频频回顾
那个未曾启齿的问题
一个我觊觎而没有勇气碰触的
答案

A dark tale

Even in the darkness inside this dungeon, I knew you were a boy when you gave your first cry.  Please know that my heart died with you when your cry weakened under the tightening of my hands.  I'm so sorry my baby, but no blood of his is going to live through me.  He destroyed my life, made me his queen.  It was a fate worst than death...

The first ray of dawn shined through the high window, but it could no longer warmed your cold tiny body.  I heard the distant clinking sound of chain unlocked.  I could imagined the murderous rage that made his ugly face even uglier.  I'd killed his son.  He would not let me live.

I'd be with you soon, my baby...

The promise

A violent scream tore through my lungs.  I no longer recognized my own voice.  Pure hatred filled my heart.  What had I done to deserve this ordeal?  I've never hurt anyone!  Never!

Yes, they called me a witch.  Many people feared me.  I lived alone in the woods, away from people.  But sometimes, those women came, asking for my help.  And I helped them, with my herbs and my potions.  I gave them what little freedom they asked for their body.  I rid them of the unwanted burden they bore.  I'd done nothing wrong!

For that, they hunt me down.  The crusaders, they hanged me like an animal, with a hook at my throat.  The excruciating pain blinded me, as with my rage and my hatred.  And that wasn't enough, with my last breath, they threw me into the boiling oil and they mutilated my body.  How I wanted to kill them all!

Those men, they thought they could hide behind their armor.  But I recognized their black soul.  I swore I'll kill them.  I will kill them, again and again.  I will look for each and every one of them, no matter where they are.

Yes, I will kill...