03 February 2011

El comienzo

Photograph taken by the Author of this Blog.



Voices don't really intimidate me now...
I've heard voices in men turn to cries...
I've been hacked to death...over and over again...
This existence of yours and mine...all are lies..

People look at you...with poisoned eyes...
and tear you into pieces with deranged minds...
The more you want to break free...the tighter it gets....
Blood gushes out...chokes you and makes you blind.

Greed or Hunger...which is your light?
Where men crawls on ground and dreams of rain...
I should die...than feel the pain and see us burn...
Coward...am I???Its better than your brave of drain.

Society ...as you might call...reeks of decaying flesh and bone...
Children whispers...and we playfully pinch...
Those who carry this stink...my friend...
Shall nail their wooden bed ....inch by inch.

0 whispers that i heard....: