he sits alone in the
darkness
on a wooden chair
The walls surrounding him
have no
mirrors and
the windows are covered
by the thickest blinds
......
That did it
He was tired of coming home from work
and finding
a fucking book on the table
instead of food
but the book was also on his
pillow when he went to bed
on the toilet tank
......
She walked on tiptoes around the
house and
bounced a few times and
spun like a ballerina
and sang, "Today I don't wanna diiIiIIie."
It was rare for her
but he sure
was glad to see it. Glad and now
a bit anxious
......
He kept coming back
That was his only skill
Respect is not something you can possibly
be born with. The children of
kings and lords
should know this
but most don't
Though this kid who kept coming back
......
it's a bit cold
I'm sitting by the margin of the river
Fishing
A bit upset
There were too many fish who escaped
my nets
I sigh
throw 'em again
......
he sits alone in the
darkness
on a wooden chair
The walls surrounding him
have no
mirrors and
the windows are covered
by the thickest blinds
......
A pretty thick
slice
of hell
That was life
so far
But today things
will change
......
and the few survivors who couldn’t
fight
were lined up
along with the civilians
and shot
or killed in ways to entertain the soldiers
And dogs were trained to
tear them to shreds
and the ground became black with
their soaked blood
......
a songless bird
that would be the nicest
name she’d been
called
the others,
far more common,
being
that little wench
......
she kept saying how much she
hated her tattoos
and kept showing them
to us
"Got 'em when I was young and
dumb and now I
jus' wanna rip my skin off."
......