1999

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.

 

 

 

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