thirtyfour

Sitting alone in my room, the knife slowly tears away the tears

Again we see what our lives has become

Taking and giving that is not ours

Your name is scratched inside my bone

For the fact that when I die

You will realise

What you have done

You had no right, but you let him die

Inside of the wounded you scream

Useless words of isolated transmission

Static showers down upon us

Dark figures luring down the side of your heart,

It is actually me.

I am no man to fool with

The dark horrors words can bring

Death of the poet

But you know as I do

We will never abuse the system of hate

The shadows cover your heart to make amends

For the last time, but close your eyes now

The pain will be less over there.

“but daddy I will miss you,”