Kayla Bermudez |
Published: April 28th, 2015
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All from the smell of smoke: A Bitter Reality
(Note every other first letter down the left margin and then back spell "A Bitter Reality".)
A single candle, lit, would set off my
young childhood trauma. We blame him for this
because he only toys with fate's cruel die.
The game is life. We got the death god's kiss.
In only seconds, home is now the sun.
In terms of flames, it burns just as strong.
The person smiled and left as if he won.
Let me continue, I'll prove that he's wrong.
The man who did this wanted to scramble
a child's mind from the very beginning.
Earth is filled with people that all gamble.
Each year I live, I'll continue winning.
Reach out to my parent's killer who lost,
"Remember me, you'll regret our paths crossed."
A single candle, lit, would set off my
young childhood trauma. We blame him for this
because he only toys with fate's cruel die.
The game is life. We got the death god's kiss.
In only seconds, home is now the sun.
In terms of flames, it burns just as strong.
The person smiled and left as if he won.
Let me continue, I'll prove that he's wrong.
The man who did this wanted to scramble
a child's mind from the very beginning.
Earth is filled with people that all gamble.
Each year I live, I'll continue winning.
Reach out to my parent's killer who lost,
"Remember me, you'll regret our paths crossed."