Hmm

[sourgoingmad]

I am gliding above, just skimming the surface
of a silvery dove, peaceful and patient
elusive and honest, tactless and blunt
profiles of  children, all laughing and crying
being flayed and mistreated
neglected and disrespected
forced to be, without asking his opinion
who is here, and who dissappears?
who seems to be gone at time?
and who comes back to cry?
The monster are there, just under the blanket.
Close your eyes and listen, pay attention to the darkness
they are there for you too, just as they are for me
I am the lightning. I am the he. I am the rain.
You are afraid, you are afraid to reign.