Super-Freak-27

Unravel your secrets. Open up your mind. Sing me a song. Write me a line. Children dance. Adults laugh. I cry. These words, Remind me of the past The good times. These words I barely remember, Only a few words I can recall. They can play on my mind Like a small annoying child. I hate that. I cower in a corner, And cry myself to sleep. I awake and forget the good times. They made me sad yesterday. Now they’re gone. Like you. Thank God.

Eyes cast down on your foul body. Mutters. And eyelids bashed. Your soul belongs to no one Not even yourself. Family and friends taunt you. Making you waste away into nothingness. This is how we repay you. Blood must be shed to pay the piece. Every last drop Shall fall. And your corpse to rot. To feed the future. Your kin. My kin. Everyone’s kin.

Happiness only comes to the fortunate. They say you have to earn it. I once found happiness, So I thought. It ran away from me. Like blood gushing out of my veins. The silent drip Of the blood As It Falls to the ground. The occasional splash as it forms a pool. The tears go well with it. The red and the blue. Primary colours. Blood is anger, Tears are sorrow. And damn I’ve felt that.