The words I utter
My soul's cry
My heart's plea
These words I say to thee
My will granted to be
These songs I sing
a song of grief
a lullaby to the thief
that stole my life and sold it to the slayer of dreams
a phantom to haunt thine's peace
These stanzas I write
to let tears flow with ink
Scarlet scribbles of blood
in handwritten mental wars I am made to think
These verses I recite
In plight of my fate
painting bloodshed and massacres
in the heads of my victims my audience
ordained to listen to my ongoing battle with my lyrical pen
scribbling scarlet notes on wounded pages
Monday, 28 January 2013
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