Old Friend

Pain is the one who visit and never leaves.

A young boy screams in agony as it corrupts him from the inside.

Not this again! Why do you keep coming back?
The boy collapses inside his own mental prison
trying to cover his ears and close his eyes,
but no matter how hard he tries he still succumb to the darkness.

In a world full of hope and a life full of joy

yet none of that could save him.
Not once nor ever does the boy think about
being freed from these chains and shackles in life.

Already the boy foresees far ahead, he sees

the day his torment will end. Please, I beg you!
Answer my prayers! Accept my offer!
End my suffering! Grant me my death.

Ing 1202
Highest Happiness, and Deepest Sorrow

As trees were shedding their ruby leaves and

the zephyr of winter blew across my face,
I was casually walking along the road
asking myself questions that I could not answer.

The road was rocky and rough.

The sky was crimson with scarlet leaves
falling around me. Sunlight were shining
through gaps in trees emitting heat that
consumed my body, almost like the sky
was raining fire.

A swan stood in my path, gazing directly into

my pupils with her sparkling eyes. She stood
beside me as razor leaves sliced my skin and the
raging tempest unleashed its fury upon me,
gusting me into oblivion. The sky were being
consumed by darkness as the sun slowly dies
and the darkness slowly crept towards me.

I collapsed down to my knees covering up

my face, hoping that this chaos will end.

All the sudden, the ferocious storm and the

frenzy bombardment stop. As I looked up I
can see the brightest full moon illuminating
dozens of constellations, a beautiful starry
night. She unfolds her majestic wings as she
was shielding me with her love. Her eyes
were shining brighter than diamonds in the
moonlight. I can see the reflection of my
tears sliding down my cheeks.
 Intaj Suwannaporn

Life

As curtains roll across the window sill,

the wrath of god assault my body. His
immense power scorch my skin and
sets my soul ablaze. I open my eyes
to meet with the Almighty face to face.
His fury were too great for a mortal
like me to defy as I was banished
from my resting place.

I descended from the sanctuary where I

once rested in peace. Now my body and
soul belongs in the midst of hell where
the fiery flames of misery incinerate me
down to my bones.

In this hell, we are subjugated by

Warmongers. Their violence nature and
ferocious instincts allow them to prevail.
They sacrifice the life of others to acquire
medals and badges to furnish their
digital-camo leather to uphold their
selfishness and ego. Through their thirst
for power and blood they invaded our lands,
plundered our homes, slaughtered innocents,
and destroyed our paradise.
They enslaved adults and indoctrinated
children. They abducted us inside the green
inferno, incarcerated and tortured us into
submission. They molded our spirit and
body to become what they are. They twisted
our minds with malice, filled our hearts with
hatred, and shaped our bodies for violence.
They taught us the arts of death. We have
become the vessel for their havoc,
an abomination made by the devil.

I have the blood of the Warmonger coursing

through my veins, and I am disgusted of my
own existence.

Countless times when I called among

the stars, endeavoring for salvation, yet
my prayers were left unanswered. I was
left drifting through the void with darkness
in my eyes, silence in my ears, and
emptiness in my heart. I can feel my soul
being consumed by darkness, my mind
corrupted with malice, my humanity
shattered to pieces and ripped away
through violence.

I wished that gods were here to make

things right, to set us free. But the gods
have abandoned us. We are all left to
our own demise.