Stuck with you

This is me
And that is you.
Different people as we see,
Don’t deny the golden truth.
Because that is the living proof.

Drip!
Drip!
The sky is crying.
Showering the
House on the 11th street
With hugs of tinder ice.

So were stuck together now,
Till one of us gets sick.
It’s awkward.
And really not that bad.
Cause I’ve discovered the real person.
Hiding behind the broken glass.

Tic-Toc,
The clock goes by,
Hurrying the lost frantic hare,
Clouds are starting to vanish
As I see the sun’s skyline.
A few words before I go
But there’s nothing else to say.
My mouth is frozen.
I used up all my words.
Cause,
Dear Grandpa passed away.

Shotgun Hell

Bang Bang or so we hear

Noises that disturb our senses

In the night of the unknown

Where detectives find their cases.

Spitting out the red secretion

From inside the human body

For the riddles have solutions

As the murders have their trials.

The 11^th Street of the unknown

Is where his body is now resting

No one knows and no one cares

For the life that has been wasted.

Truth is veiled behind denial

Lies arise from the thin air

For someone sinned and killed a soul

Thinking that it was all fair.

Justice proves the world again

How someone can distress

And get punished for what they’ve done

If they decide not to confess.

So call me an idiot for thinking

That the world is just a game

Where justice takes control

And living hell it’s on its way.