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!
A big “Thank you” to all my fans and supporters. Going back to the day I was inspired to help others and give back good wishes and vibes, all in mind when I published my first book.
I hope to continue being creative, guided and motivated to help out whichever way I can. My love from the bottom of my heart to all of you.
Chriselda Barretto 