PAROXYSM

Untitled Part 30

There is a place, there is a man and there is street a nameless street
A man that always seemed to be lost at the top of the old abandoned tower building

A man who always looks up in the beauteous sky with closed lids
I can see his face, the calmness of his face and his purple lips that pressed together that curved into a smile

He can smell the unpleasant smell of the air, the rusting metal around him and the smoke from below

The agonizing cries beneath him, the piteous faces of the children screaming for mercy and families gathering together to watch their hopes set to a fire inside of a drum

Smoke scattered into the thin air of misery, a smoke that can kill. A poison
That cought their lungs that makes them hard to breathe

They happened to be the same fate as the man up there
The man that seemed lost at the top of the old abandoned tower building
Suffering from the same cruelty of the world but he suffers the most

Then the man opened his eyes, and then I see
It is clear, clear as white, a ghost living in his eyes and white as the color of his eyes
That covered with his contaminated hair
He can feel his blood dripping from his mouth
The feeling of strong nausea start to vibrate in his toxicated body
But still smiling at the sky

"I have live my life" he said to his family before he go to a fight
The fight for their land, for their place
He fought and defeated with such honor and bravery

There was a man, a leader, a fighter, a protector, a comrade and a brother of a hundred siblings on the top of a old abandoned tower building that is now buried down below

*woot woot😂