Literature
Dear Mother
My collection of acid tears:
Of a killing I've tried,
The stars in the night sky I fear;
Infinite minutes I've cried.
Derelict I am - not a care,
Never a thought - unused, invasive.
My choir that howls your profound glare,
The whip of your weapon: uncreative.
Eyes water;
Eyes water;
I told you,
Déjà vu.
And oh! Dear sin prevail,
Not of mine, not from me,
Your love given so stale,
Fool! Murder me. Can't you see?
You've wrapped my joy in a dun box,
Not a shine, a glitter I have seen, take a clue,
Tumbling I've gone down the waterfall rocks,
I present to you my gift, dear mother, I love you.
Signed, your little prin