changing human metamorphosis


What’s for us now?

– he wasn’t alone –

He echoed with blistered red eyes

The muscles of every word, gripped ferociously

my mind, like that since I was born

Legs and heart groan in silence

A sense of wrong, lingering at the right time

Enough time have consumed, what to me

has gone wrong now


Should his anger be deprived of truth

and uniquely be his own,

Or for those of his that come after?

The greatest expression of love


What’s for us now?

– I was very alone –

With red blistered eyes

The silence of the tombstone,

gripped my every word


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