Shadow Child

Shadow child crossed the grave of mine,
just to complain about a strict boundary,
that was never meant to be set,
because harmonies of gods would send soldiers to destroy sand castles,
to make me pay for your bloodline's sins.

Such storytelling skills almost made me see,
that I was meant to be the one,
who dies in the first minute of this war.

Kings, queens and exorcists crucified my soul,
I never let them know who sold the last trophy of saintly luxury,
The truth is, I don’t want to hear your statement,
these feelings that will never fade in the turning of time.

Thieves told you not to bring back my protective shield,
because they needed to shoplift every kind of my expensive jewel case.
At least I didn’t play the victim card of innocence.

The electric shock of your spoken word ran through my naked body,
as if I were a light fixture,
then fear struck me even more,
and I already regret not being self-aware.