Children’s Play

It was nice, that view, I think, even though I am not sure if this thing ever happened. I mean, in this time and age, these kind of simple things can’t be found anywhere, except maybe in fiction, or in children’s dreams.



Ah, if we could be young again–
Young in body, and free in soul,
If we could free ourselves
From these worldly desires
That rot our soul, to the core!

Raining blood

It’s raining flesh, blood it’s raining life! Decimated body parts cut off, from a mothers child! A leg, a hand, a liver covered in blood fall in front of a kid who’s just started his life. An umbrella, is what he needs but his hands shiver his heart beats fast he can’t hold his tears!…