Abstract Nonsense

Tom ran to a galaxy far from here

“Somewhere the people care”

He said to the train.

So the driver gave him a book

“This place has monsters too, look,

Devil’s Table

Everyday I see you and smile,

We talk and laugh, all is stable,

But when you pass the lights go out

And I find my place at the devil’s table.

 

They know me there,

More than is surely good

But I don’t judge, my friends all,

Faceless pains under every hood.

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Do As Youth Does

We don’t know

The hell in which

Youth and laughter

Go.

We don’t care

For the life

You claim,

We need air.

If I Had A Scar

If I had a scar

Would that justify my pain as real?

If my wound bleed

Would that prove the hurt I feel?

If i was in battle

Would it make the hate and anger right?