Teira Naahi

Tuesday, September 29, 2015

Ch 12



Empty faces



The color stripped

Coke bottle reality

Pants that never fit

An identity of nothing 

I know I don’t exist

Smoking pissed upon tobacco 

Eating food disguised as shit


Teenage reality

For the child turned nine


A monster for a breeder

The devil out of his mind

Time has a sense of humor

Which even gods cannot deny

We watched it once when we were young

As they raped and hurt our kind

Our blood they placed upon their lips

Feasting deeply upon our virgin bliss


We were babies

We are dead now

We are not like you

You are dead now:






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