Dear little chum, Here is my open letter to you. Misery is like a carnival, humming by in waves of the blast. echoing through the Thundering skies from miles away , the scream of fireworks And sparkling lights ,become blood rain, it pours with the color red you poor Lil soul might be excited painting puzzle with your dead blood.
Dear little chum, I can hear your shout on the wind, My heart clogged by mysterious throbbing my tears want to ,blast like a missile I don’t know where to jump on, the land of blood. I have put myself in your , place for an instant I don’t know , how do I persist here, someone pinned my tongue the air is too toxic to breathe. This soreness goes so wide to treat just Right down to my core. Dear little friend my basket of burdens, occupied with the screaming of humanity, who is dying every day It is so weighty to carry , Although this path we must cross.
Dear little chum, I can see your frozen eyes I can feel your poor little soul, I know it’s not your time to leave but cruelty The blue skies turn to grey No more stories to explain your ache no place to bury your Lil soul your humanity is precious to me Your memories will never fade. Life on earth is glowing and indeed with the shadow of blood.