Dreaming Déjà Vu

Did you taste the quintessence of violance?

… the blood tasting like iron
… the air smelling like acid

Hunting deja vus
like a cat hunting butterflys

see a woman I never had seen before
… last night in a dream

You told me
She raped you

see the scene in my head
in the second you speak

She looked into my eyes like a gun
slipped through my mind like a razorblade

Moments like movies

who she is you have to tell me …