May I have a little peace
till I reach a familiar place?
Fool me up with an oasis
filled with all its promises.

May I have a little tale
just so I have some warmth?
Maybe at the next bonfire
we all shall have a toast.

May I have a little laugh,
charted map and celestial guide?
When all the stars do align,
a peak behind the cold divine.

My demon children.

My children are demons.
They are quiet like death.
I think of them often.
Their moment of birth apparent.
Maybe it's time for them to go to college.
Will they come back & find me boring?
Will they find a job because they're emotionless?
Will they go viral for being stylish?
The bitter-sweet moment when I say goodbye,
will I lose everything & die?
My dear demon children, I can't lie,
you were there for me & I was a mess.


I'm hard to live with
by myself.
Constant torment
inside these walls.
One side is hot like hell,
the other side chill like death.
There's a person in the middle
whom I can't tell.
It's a split long ago.
Something to endure,
not knowing what.
The ship will sink,
nobody can hear the screams.
The horror of a brain
turned outside in.
Can't bear others' help.
They're making it worse.
Not understanding
the enemy is me.

To Christmas.

There's a void in me
that's where God is.
Should I head that way
where the world's going?

There's a hurt in me
that's where mom stays.
Should I tell her, yes,
I don't give a shit.

There's a truth in me
that's where dream lives.
Maybe the broken pieces
are the promises to keep.