I write on death.
"You need to have a background !"
Isn't death empty ?
Then death is like reality.
Death could also be like me ;
You have relations,
I have a sky I don't wanna look at,
A sky with a rain of blood,
A brain that doesn't play his part...
Wait maybe I lied,
Maybe my life is full ;
Full of scars,
From parents and events,
From police and lies :
Have you felt pain from betray ?
Have you felt like dying in the hands of someone ?
Strangled against the wall, getting a lecture ?
"Your life has no value !"
"Leave here if you wanna !"
Money is paradise,
Freedom is slavery,
You want another option,
Death is your next action.
YOU ARE READING
Prose and poetry
ŞiirProse and poetry, feelings and speech in text. I wanted to live as a human, But never never really was a man.
