Comprehend my anger
Understand my pain
Appreciate my anguish
Only then shall I take the blame
For all the delusions my foremen oversaw
For every mistake made in the years before
My world won’t ever be the same
Won’t turn my eyes to mirrors no more
Because I am who I want to be
More than I understand and see
Same as you, I do not know what tomorrow holds
Regardless – my vision shall paint it’s colors bold
If my judgment is drenched with fear
Shall I ever find it dear?
A cold wave alarming prejudices not to stay,
Suggesting goodbye to passing pray
The beauty of black, white and red
Is present both in the dreams of the living, and the dead
Stream mixed with arid blood
Tears engraved in dried mud
Stain the once white walls of my mind
On this wet soil crimes are left behind
With every change and doubt
Feelings of joy I grow to miss
With every sunrise and nightfall
I’ve been beyond suffering and bliss
With every passing man and child
I’ve seen God’s revereless kiss.
Fading quietly in my words again
Dying gently in thoughts I contain
By tales of happiness I am not bound
Every existence, every sound
Only to memories will be shred
When we join the dead.
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