Flashes of years in my rearview mirror,
Hours of waiting for sunshine now haunt me like darkness;
Run; it says or I’ll swallow you into the deep.
You don’t even know what it’s like out here,
When I touch you with my cold sour hands.
Let your fear of me
be greater than the fear you have of yourself;
Cos you either win or lose— there’s nothing in between.
Beauty is a construction of the mind, nobody told you so.
Stand in the radiance of your shadow,
Least I come for yours and all your tomorrow—
The devil told me so, 23/08/2019—
Sent by God,
To a son, fighting in-between