Most of us live afraid of time passing us, cheating us, favouring us, or abandoning us. Sakamoto simply gave up his time in the very hands of time.
Sakamoto at the Park
Lamentations
I hear no sound, no music profound, But the beatings of my solitary heart, A lullaby calling thus slumber, “Sleep, fellow, sleep.” A thousand sweat I shed, so did A thousand drops from mine eyes, To no avail I toiled, just to be With the beatings of my solitary heart. Slumber brings me to her... Continue Reading →
Death Tells A Tale
Hands covered in gore, Conscience needled with guilt, A mind laden with sorrow, A heart devoid of its beats. Prey of foolish anger, Hunted by swift fury, No judgment, no consciousness, Death carved another story. Brandished weapon in hand, Betrayal misconstrued by man, All hell hath broke loose Cannon fire in the head;... Continue Reading →
Ink Idle 