Wounds, scars from the words that flies like an arrow,
Words that could hurt someone's heart,
Until it bleed darker than the redness of roses full of thorns at a random backyard,

Couldn't stop the mouth to speak up for its uncontrollable mind,

Couldn't let it slip just for once, or again ?


How will someone supposed to shut his mouth after it felt years of letting him suffer with the silence that made him feel dying inside.

Like there was a battle war between a human made - monstrous creature and the inner self inside our mind.

How will someone let it slip again? like as if It will just remain in the past.

Mind blowing

and Funny,
how people think the way how they did not want others think towards them.

And blaming the victim  because he act like a criminal where it should be defined as 'fighting back'.

Ask yourself!

Am I the bad one?

- by rý

Artwork by Sebastian Eriksson