Anguish of the heart. 

 

How beautiful are the songs that play my silence

My little pale life without much guidance.

My head wasn’t worth turning towards I know yet I saw some eyes,

I wish never had my mind fallen for feigned love and lies.

What I once thought were touch and smile,

now I remember to be gropes and grimace.

My sense of realty smudged by the living grime.

How stupid could I be I say to my self

Too foolish too blind towards such a theft.

My legs and arms are so strong mean nothing now that my mind has lost a battle.

I wish I were a soldier and become wars cattle.

A reason to behead, mutilate and annihilate,

my abuser and my mistake.

Be able to call my crime vengeance and live on with support from society,

Become a living martyr of lovers all around,

Become a song of peace, love and silence;

Whilst they forget the real violence.