You searched the world for a lullaby
and found it in their screams and cry.
Your greatest art was death itself
and your melody was their beg for help.
But let's go back to your story's start,
when you still don't have that monster's heart.
Let us go back to your innocence,
when your world was once just your backyard fence.
You once had been a young good boy
but with a family like those broken toys.
Your parents' fights were your fairytales,
and your bedtime story was your mother's wails.
You went to school with hidden cuts;
black-blue bruises from your father's bat,
and though some have tried to be friends with you,
their happiness was your source of blue.
Your loneliness was a rigid mask,
your sorrows were but a silent dust
yet a ruined soul is numbed to fears
and the saddest hearts are drained of tears.
Until one day, you found a cure.
Her name's Emily, a bliss so pure.
Her smile, your happiness; her eyes, your stars
Her hugs, your haven; her tears, your scars.
But fate won't let you get away.
Peace and joy would never stay.
Your precious one, they took and kill—
Emily's dead, lying cold and still.
The grief you'd forgotten for many years,
the darkest past and endless tears,
the rage you've buried brave
had all crawled out of their graves.
Evil is good, retribution is fair.
Kindness became something you don't wanna care
Justice you'll bring with blood on your hands.
Farewell to the angels... by the devil you stand.
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The Theater
Poetry"The world is our stage and we are its actors, destined to play different roles. May it be a princess, a peasant, a hero, a traitor, every part needs its own soul. " The Theater is a collection of poems, examining different lives and love through th...
