I
Feel the wind
Blow through
My destructive mind
My hands
That touched drugs, knifes and poison
Destroying the outside
And inside
I
Am not so innocent
Not a victim
But still vulnerable
Like a butterfly
Who flies around me
And quietly rests
On my destructive hands
My hands
That are able to kill
But at the same time
Are able to control
My mind
My destructive mind
Which destroyed my life
Is able to kill me
But finally able to love