Kept hearing the ticktocks,
It is time to start my little game
Eyed the prey as he talks,
Hope he still remembers my name
At the dusky street,
Where I started what is planned
Took him long to accept defeat,
Pinned him until he stopped struggling on
the land
Took my blade and stabbed his orbs
Oh, what disgusting views it absorb!
These pair of eyes, I despise
For it was used to spy on my sister's
thighs
His sinful hands, I chopped
He heard how my sister begged but he
never stopped
These hands that traveled my sister's
pearl,
This is what I had witnessed when I was a
little girl
Lastly, his little shaft
I slashed it in half
This little thing is the reason why we mourn,
For she slaughtered herself with a baby unborn
She had commited the unforgivable sin
For she was sexually abused at the age of
fifteen
I stood up to desert the venue,
My dear sister, I have venged for you
Feb 13, 2019
Feb 13, 2019 at 1:53 AM UTC
Dear little scribbler,
This piece is for you
Always remember,
You are the best, that's true
You may have a hard time to compose,
Poetries or a prose
Relax and let your imagination wander,
Think, let your brain ponder
If you're not known, never relinquish
Your works will be distinguished
Allow your wings to spread,
Your ink, let it shed
Dear little scribbler,
Lift your dreams up high
Their judgements never matter,
Do not stop, always try.
Feb 12, 2019
Feb 12, 2019 at 9:27 PM UTC