A class on disguised sadism
Untitled was my name
You named me fool.
I sat across the room
And you haunted me like a predator
I, a prey, dragged into my doom
You passed me by just to point my faults
And teach me to work hard, as if I, already, did not
I gazed too long perhaps
Afraid of being last
And you say my fate is in my hands
But I blame it all on you
The future you say is cruel
And on the battlefield, I bid my farewell
Your bombs eclipsed my sky
And turned my day into night
My stars into ash
And my dreams into trash.