Pains in the heart
Shivers and sighs in the mind
Sorrow as a companion and
Tragedy as a witness, Thinks
Good but acts evil, no consoler
Evil beckons evil, felt pain all
Over but no one around
Intimidated in the process
Of been good, disguised just
For the sake of not been
Disgusted, prays always but
Found prayers stood still.
Tortured but felt no pains
What is that suppose to be
A human flesh or wall? None!
Just mastered with the pain and
Torture because the pain has
Been constant, thinking of
Survival is like thinking a
Cook will ever grow horns.
Wounded heart gushes out
Blood and tears, dying instantly
Is what I wished next but death
Never knew me by name, soon
I hope to see a brighter sun, no!
I mean a brighter moon
Because the sun will be too hot.