A neck where chains could be, red brushing all over.
Fur that used to be standing, but now is yonder;
where white used to stand, red spots fill the plots
telling many plots of hellish thoughts.
Blood dried up, turned dark like the bark
of a last dying wish, so sweet and bitter;
clad in broken hope for humanity. Insanity
fills me as he brings about a sea of tears.
Abused and used by moody two shoes'.
A slipper's too good for cut skin and marrows.
Even sticks and stones couldn't explain the show
of cuts so deep, even knives couldn't seep.
Like a butcher, I picture the grotesque picturesque--
legs halved, and the paws de-pawed like a cat.
On matte surfaces, the black disappears--
covered in love that was burned by a devil.
I'm certain now, for every broken bone comes together.
Every ripped skin comes together, and furs stick back
onto skin of rashes, bashed with lightning crashes;
meat lost, mashed, and cut with spikes and blades.
Maids only watched, they probably did do
nothing as cruel as watching her drool
out blood as she died beneath her father and mother.
Conclusion. Canine death through murder.
BINABASA MO ANG
Mahal-lika!
PoesíaIs love just a a collection of feelings for one? Is it just a sweet section of chocolate for one? Hearken! My heart beats faster, the box shakes stronger -- Mahal-lika! Let us tell their stories of love divine, their love full of sin!
