Slapped by the cool ominous breeze
Eyes fixated on the night orb
He coughs out his endless worries
About a father who chooses the money
He sits there thinking God knows what
Its a mystery that emerges out of misery
Is he sad or is he blank?
His eyes are scarlet
Round and red
like pearls of bleeding oysters
Open just to turn back
To find his father, long gone
He witnesses fights for land
While constantly fighting himself
His nails reduced to skin
His nails striked with black strips
His nails doesnt exist
He spits them out while he thinks
Soft lips bleeding all night
Yellow teeth plucking rosy lips all day
He lays on his bed
Till the sun wakes from his
Starring at the ceiling fan
Wondering "how is he a man?"
Bald spots across his head
Covered in white lines and red dots
Scarred legs and scarred face
