you paint a monster
while i live a devil;
and they die, buried in lies.
your venom and my will:
struggling,
panting,
churning soulless colours.
one fine day, that passing sunset
when i was scribbling yet another lie
life, it dug deep into his soul.
images, in my dream
they never fade
then came the bombing
making everything scared
scattered.
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