Things that
are...
I've become a watcher
of humans, a stalker...
A giant, with a mind of a child.
One of the many children...
You believe that -
Since I'm still breathing...
Mental anguish
suffocates my...
Go ahead and sugar coat
every word you tell them...
My red freedom, you've a door
Knocked on by each blood stained hand...
Deep inside, there is another me;
Desperately pleading, waiting to be free...
I wonder...
should the walls...
When you look at them, forget
the adjectives smoldering and sizzling...
I am sword's peace
I am gunshot's silence...
When I go with the flow,
I get depressed...