I dig

I dig deep.

with a knife and a chisel,

poke and strike hard.

let the blood flow

let it hurt.

brutes dont care nor should I,

Tears wont be shed through this eye.

Uproot that holds those feelings,

throw out what desires,

kill what fears,

let the concealed heart die.

let it be removed from its source,

let it not survive this course,

of this cruelty and monsterousity,

let it go...

let it die,

let is rot,

let it transcend,

let it now rest.

A little Boy and a Girl Story

Once was a little boy

who took away her toy

he knew it was her favourite

yet he could not resist it.

he snatched, he pulled

she plead, she yelled

he didn't care, he didn't spare

she could only stare in despair.

he took what was hers

then led her to tears

he once turned around

alone, himself he found

he brought her back the toy

she found herself the joy

together, then they played

forever friends they stayed.