THE SCAR

These scars I earned On the night your father Pounced on me in drunken stupor Because my food pleased not his tongue Many a night, I’ve neared the cliffs of death My beauty vanished by the magic of beatings For I was but a drum happily beaten Forced to make beautiful sounds What choice did… Continue reading THE SCAR

FOR YOUR BEATING PLEASURE

Someone take me back to that broom-jumping hall Because when I run-off, I know I won’t be caught You jewel a knuckle with precious gold But the soul, you tattoo with hurt at every crow My love, my master, and foe This really dark glasses The proof of your love undying It hates not just… Continue reading FOR YOUR BEATING PLEASURE

I HAVE A CHOICE

Look me in the face, a little closely I hope you notice the fading scars Yes my wounds are healing gradually I could have run off in a heartbeat When hell splashed its magma and lava My limbs were too weak To carry me far from my worries If I had fallen by the road… Continue reading I HAVE A CHOICE