If a tiger kills a gazelle,
No cries of evil ring out.
A tiger is free from moral.
People agree this without doubt.
And yet our own is bound,
To abide by the laws of old
Why should not I yearn for the taste of blood,
Or the want to feel skin turn cold?
Oh, scream as you wish,
Cry evil if you must,
But I am an animal,
I only wish to feed my lust
The engine stutters,
All know what is to follow,
The death plummets starts.
“Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth?”
I mean what would happen if I didn’t. Come on, seriously, who doesn’t swear, whether they are telling the truth or not.
“Where were you on the night in question?”
“I was at home…alone.”
I was standing over a dead man’s body in the middle of some dimly lit street.
“And can anyone testify to that?”
“Only God as my witness.”
He gave up on me a long time ago.
“Did you know the victim?”
“No, never met him.”
Well at least that is true.
“And so, you do not know of any reason why you would attack this man?”
Simple, I wanted to know what it would feel like.
A King thinks over his worst duties.
You ask a prisoner for life advice.
The ultimate fight of nature…
A swarm of bees VS a suburban mum and her pie.
A blank canvas is left over the land,
And silence falls close behind.
Done is the ice and cold.
The cycle begins once more.
You incubate a mysterious egg. You don’t know what’s inside.
And so beautifully too.
As if missing the warmth,
The trees burn in red.