yzrarc

"yzarc"

[taken from my old blog]

you have been stoned
battered and yelled
being laughed at and bullied
and thrown away

and now you're lying down there
crying, laughing and jumping
for the day has come to its end
what happened to you my friend?

clothed like a wicked sick
patched with devastated dreams
a clinging can in you feet
hopping in every step that you take

you're always talking with the air
which replies you with a silent whisper
the shadows are your friends
following you in every corner

the moon, your only hope
the one that lights your way
lunar?, that what they say
a monster had awake