- Vol. 05
- Chapter 06
I stood here burning in the dark, Staring at this world enshrouded by memories of sanguine indelible stains impairing my innocence and purity
In my head— I try to cremate the deaths with no justice, I try to heal the maladies with no cure, I try to be a predator hunting the killer residing within our bones
But instead, I became a sentinel Watching the Earth as it perishes
I am chained by these miseries and tragedies growing from the imprisoned faith beneath my soiled skin, They tell me to cut it like grasses and roses When they can only see the edge of it— the roots are always deeper than it seems
At twelve, I have accepted the so-called fate of life My body is history, (full of hidden stories) I have lived with death by my side And I'm not scared, I'm not scared anymore I'd offer myself, a votive light— Just to see you alive.