one,two,three

a,b,c

I'm tired of numbers and letters

they dance happily as I try to catch them

they piss me off

yet i need to catch them

for soon. they'll turn to gold

OLD TIMES ARE TODAY'S TIMES

I have mourned before
my tears have dried up already
like the sun today
merciless to the land
Yet as aI recall, they come
revisits and stays
I mourn again

For long, I buried those
leaving it in the past
but dead may come alive again
Dig their craves and they'll meet you with smiles
horrifying smiles..