at the sight of the noose, of
bruises on shoulders,
could anyone blame you?
did you ever
fake your smiles, or your
excitement?
"goodnight," they would say.
"have a nice day."
"in my dreams," you responded.
"just leave me be."
kill me now, you would think.
lead me away from this Hell I live.
"mommy, please!"
"no! shut up! go to bed. leave me be."
of course your heart grew crooked.
parents like that killed a childhood.
questioning yourself, constantly,
reminded, constantly, of your failures,
saying goodbye to what made you happy, constantly.
"today," you said. "I will
undo all my damage; I will be happy."
very well, you think.
what does this life matter anyway?
xeric were your words.
"yes," you said. "yes, this is where I meet
Zervan; where I will meet my end."
