Shaitan
Bleeding in the snow
streaks of glistening red
so long ago
felt like yesterday
but the tears never flow
so you do it again
but it never satisfies
and you never cry
this day like any other
in the path of your father
you desert your mother
so many times over
turning the page and finding
the same number
an endless day in the mind of another
heartless is too kind a word
into the earth like a bad seed
sprouting shards of glass
in the foot of every child playing
a devil in plain clothes
and dying slower than the rest
one can only wonder
how many minds you possess
in this harsh world
of strangers and emptiness
your glass is tragically full
while the world suffers in unrest
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