#razielvale
A mad man laughing crazily outside a hospital,
just a lighter in his bleeding hand.
Smell of burning wood,
screams drowning in fire and blood.
Blue pajamas he wore, red streaks of liquid
all over him,
No.413.
Firetruck and ambulance arrive.
But it was too late, only silence
prevailed, along with crackling noises.
" I never did anything to them. "
he said to a charred corpse.
" You people didn't believe me. "
With an exaggerated smile, he claimed
" It was the truth you people created—
Not me. "
Raziel Vale
May 6
May 6, 2026 at 5:54 AM UTC
Room with no light.
A rat still runs in loops for days.
The cat waits in the dark,
its blood, just cold.
The cat's new born waits for food—
as she preys on the weak.
The cat makes its move.
The rat has no way out.
Blood that stains the rat red.
In a frame that hangs, I look down—
a dead man with a dead pet.
Pathetic.
Raziel Vale
May 5
May 5, 2026 at 7:47 AM UTC
A furry, small, brown being.
Tongue inviting milk into his mouth,
drops sticking on his white mustache.
Tail swaying, his turquoise eyes staring—
like the tail is not his.
Chasing at day till his paws ache,
at night, I fly till darkness covers me.
Flapping my ink soaked wings,
Wind weighs on my shiny feathers.
Oasis in deserts, wasteland in cities.
My bluish grey eyes lost in the mirror—
a shattered image in this dark night.
Hands leaking scarlet liquid,
a man stares at a fragmented mirror.
Wiping the red from the cracks,
I saw the man— no
that man is me.
Raziel Vale
May 5
May 5, 2026 at 5:59 AM UTC