Journal

Basically, this is a dedication

To those who cannot speak

Who lie tormented in blazing tears

And bathe in life’s dark bleak

Those who lie scraped and ripped

Those who dread the ghost of lies

Those who beg for ungiven mercy

Those whose last utter was a cry

Forgive my intrusion

Into the shadows of the ones wished to be hidden

Their story, their grief, their reasoning

Should not be society’s unworthy forbidden

Give them a microphone

in Merlot’s pity,

and high

in Daniel’s eyes.

Take my breath away,

and choke me with your lies.

Drunken

in your selfish desires.

You trot a walk of Gods,

and leave a trail of criers.