in the year 1999
when I was still nine years old
my father drove our car on the darkest road
on this dark road, we came across
a brooding monster,
a fire breathing troll
and he smashed us to pieces
and then forced me to wonder
if it isn’t about good or bad
but about being alive or dead
18 years later
countless memories asunder
I still want to murder
that one night, in winter
when all the good in me withered
and I, to darkness, surrendered
a child to a man, I was forced to become
adversities and innocence overcome.
