cry in the abyss [sanctuary of the soul]

from where i came from,
love is not different from hate,
kiss is from your “judas”,
help is with a price.

from the dark childhood,
i thought i had it erased,
but a simple song
reminded me of my “childish fears”,
and it brought me tears.

i saw what bloodlines can do,
the wreck you’ll find the most,
are those inside your own homes,
the most brutal words,
they’ll be heard inside your house.

with disrespect and foolishness,
a home creates the fallen angels,
a house a breeding ground
for those that sings the dark, cold ballads.

“train up a child in the way he should go,
and when is he old…”
he will create more havoc and tears.

written: March 18, 2007
Gabs Narazo
© 2007 [soulprojekt publikation]

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