The baby now four, the mother eighteen
Up till now it has seemed all a dream...
In her mind,
and in her soul...
Suddenly, his charm changed when he
Hit me square in the face, blackening...
Sorry;
for you and for me...
Do you see what I see?
Truth is an offense...
Pirate of the seven seas,
Come I'll break you to your knees...
Death has become a design of informal thoughts
notions of peace are dressed within tainted tears...
People always tell you
"love your parents no matter what...
The tears
They come and fall...
Numb, I last still, standing above
inflamed prints that your steps...
Breath in and out,
Just stay calm...
Watching a child,
Watching the fights...