Sream Out to Live
Months flew
Days grow
Blood flowed down
Silver lines
Of which covered up and down
No one knew the reason
My story from heaven
To give the people who needs
But doesn’t want
The truth.
Brother left to multiple blood with smoke smell of guns and sweat
Leaving the bruises to me
Emotional hurt
For I knew the pain
Numbness swallowed my soul
Mother gone before remembering her face
Remembering her smell
Her voice
And sometimes remembering
Stole the pain and numbness away
At least for a few moments.
Letters come
From my brother
Slowly but surely
I lost hope of ever seeing him again
Then the hate came
For he left without me and sealed a fate I didn’t know yet.
Trying
Became difficult
Worries vanished
Time blurred
Screaming voices drowned
People turned and left
Until the Stockholm’s replaced
Fate conspired
Dust became my essence.
Push and pull
Fighting tired my being
Talking made sharp pins created a mute
Flesh and meat
Was all that was left.
Sir
That was what he made me call him when I talked
Now
Now I just obey
Creating more anger in him
While destroying what was left of me.
Rivers dried
Petals shriveled
Dust blew
Ice crystalized
In the land of death.
Senses dull
Pain became a relief
Slices plus mutilation
Rivers of which once was dried up but was pure
Became rivers of blood so tainted and evil
Of which made me wonder
What evil lives in me?
Things escalated
To the point that the slices was the only thing that made me feel
Darkness became my power
Evil I welcomed with open arms
Death I granted with open hope.
When one day
I cut a little too deep
Breathed the darkness a little too fast
And with open arms
I greeted Death like an old friend.
Welcoming with hope
That friends with stories such as mine
Will listen
For this
I watched my brother come the next day
To take me away
The police were there too.
He cried
And blamed himself
And never moved on.
Listen to my prays
Listen to my story
And
When he hits you next
Scream out.
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