Baskadia

Loving... Even In The Grave

I visited Alina's grave at her father's house. I went into the house and found a large portrait hanging on the wall. Alina was tall, fair, and slender, above all, she was very beautiful with dimples. While I stared at the picture, admiring her smile, her father emerged from the bedroom with a walking stick in his hands. "She wanted to be a model. She worked on her weight and shape every single day. But I never supported her. I wanted her to be a doctor. A medical doctor just like me." I turned t

Bury

We fought our way in On the ground of the living. Once they lived now they don't, Will to won't. We cried, mourn over the tombstones, Engraved names.... It wouldn't take back what we did to them To win a piece of "LAND" And that dark land now possess The light inside Blinded to your eyes Telling the tales to the world beneath The way they died We see them their shadows They don't need light now They don't need us now They're free atlast They've moved beyond this selfish being, at last Your men s

The beyond

The mountain is my grave, I'm God's breath, I go up and down, I want the sky and the earth wants me The stars pull me by my hair and the nails of the coffin hold me by my feet The darkness screams to me "Down!" And the sun says "Up!" to me I'm the uncomforted of the horizon I'm the night watcher of countless graves Emptying his eyes in empty skulls I'm the cause of bad dreams.