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Savage

A fusion to break Pieces to mend When honor’s at stake The means to an end Instinct of survival When one understands That a mother’s touch Can be a murderous hand A father with a gun For his wife’s fake… Continue Reading →

Chaos

Open the gates the tremble fades The ringing resounds sounds like crave Like the fatherless father that never knows how Build a home and a fire without burning the house Into the sons of the son the training remains Looking… Continue Reading →

Fear The Reaper

Last page of a book with no end When void takes over conscience Powerless waiting for the rapture Existence trivial moments we capture If life is sacred it’s can be ended With no tomorrow to dust faded Time is a… Continue Reading →

Fusion

Dear Johnny, I was walking along the road when it dawned on me. Given I was taken as an infant, I grew up thinking the Traitor was a hero. A silent hero. Someone I thought was strong and fearless. Someone… Continue Reading →

Noise

There’s noise in the attic Like some kind of addict I’ve yet to move away from the phanthomatic Screams of panic Like Johnny before me The world though the eyes Of a home of crazy And children despised Yet the… Continue Reading →

Kind of free

Dear Johnny, They kept her in a dark room. I knew she wasn’t far since I could hear her scream and cry. She would sometimes whisper to me. There was a Traitor chained with us. We never realized it because he… Continue Reading →

Idle and burnt

Idle, I cannot move Choked by the weight on my lungs Watching as I unshackle my feet There world is burning I cannot get off Idle, I cannot move I cannot feel their warmth I want to cut my skin… Continue Reading →

Glare

I dreamt last night of a boy Holding hands with the sun Smiling through the clouds Hoping for a chance to show his true colors As he ran towards the light Hoping to be cradled by protective hands He was… Continue Reading →

Closure

Dear Johnny, You know what’s worst than knowing something bad? Doubt. While I was getting ready to move away from the Guru, another captive pulled on my shackles and told me that I wasn’t chained at all, so I didn’t… Continue Reading →

Moving Forward

Dear Johnny, Every self help and cheap pharmacy psychology book says one needs to move forward. It seems quite easy and straightforward. Life must goes on and all that. Of course for those who simply have to start walking, that’s… Continue Reading →

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