Thunder but no rain
This blastard place
Without any solace
Without the spirit's face
I am but a lonely wolf
Howling to the moon above
Ice but no water
This forsaken crib
Freezing my every rib
Cracking my once rosy lips
I am but an imaginary Viking
Painted of blood and ink
Smoke but no tongue of fire
This horrifying jail
Gulping the evil ale
Cheering the amusement gale
I am but I am not
My own ghost or my own foe
By Jo Haq
23 July 2021
12:07 am
KL Eco City
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