The White Ghost of Sorrow
The casting of Crows
The Dust of the Hallow
Reminding what flows

The tragedy of pain
The irony of a game
Played like fame
And lost like a bowing a flame

Lives never forgotten
Of those still in
Random Memories
Of the unforgettable Kin

My family for a weekend

Treasures Shared

Another way of end

My paranoid lens

Was my view fuzzy?

i don't have a doubt

Was the torture creed groovy

Sadistic pain sprout

But with militarily discipline

I fought the real mean

With my cynicism (clean)

I left the annoying and just grill