A punching bag for fairies,
fairies with brass knuckles and switch blades
flying on a grey sky,
carrying me to the sun.
Fairies with bodies of fire and water
fairies with angel faces and demon hearts,
fairies white pure fluffy powder snow
raining down every moment,
searching for fresh prey.
They hunt with hooks of gold
they kill with diamond bullets.
And I live and I bleed and I weep and I die.