A sentence is a necklace.
Our words are the beads...
Life is but a treasure hunt
That we seek out to find...
Who could know that deep inside
monsters, within you, reside...
At the end of the day
it's me left with the pain...
My heart beat's a faithful song
once covered by my sin...
I do not trust our governments
For they are thicker than thieves...
With every thought my pen is pressing harder on...
the cramping in my hand is getting stronger...
Being born in the 50's
not long after the war...
I was the tested water; of their boundaries
their fingers never got burned; but I was still...
Take a trip inside my mind
Marvel at its savvy...
One to the power of a number
But increased by another one...
Being alone is a choice I've made
after I delt with the pain...