old poem

.....wake up,

Rusted world is here,

Walk out the door, see for yourself

with craving eyes as deadly as inferno’s guardian.

 

Come out,

Step into every corner,

every dimension on dirty Earth,

barefoot;

cutting blade hidden within your soul.

 

Death would seem like a daily breakfast;

sometimes hasty, sometimes tasty;

sometimes no more than rolling a piece of burning coal on your tongue.

 

Wake up, dear boy

See for yourself...

 

Done