Disturbia
Of a life without love
Embellished with nightmares hanging on the wings of a black dove
Of horrendous, bold images full of disdain and cult
Cries unfortunate shadowing unblissful nights of stench
Bodies upon bodies of blood lost upon an alter
Gutted and drenched.
Of a life filled with eternity
What good is time if there is no joy
Wrongful passion misconstrued on the rims of pain
Innocence lost in the arms of guttural pleasures
Death would be that heavenly key.
Spare us the lives of the newly born
Another generation of newly dead!
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By CHRISELDA BARRETTO
An Excerpt from the upcoming book – Me & Him
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