Words by: Christian Jay Sanchez

It feels so foreign,
Am I really belong here?
I am nothing but a filthy miscreant
I killed myself.


the eyes of an innocent child
plastered through my mind
his angelic face and blissful smile

As I step into the darkness
it was eerie,
I thought it was comfortable
I was scared,
I muttered but no voice came out

My faith is about to vanish
And I was hungry,
Hungry for your words
tears are precious
prayer is wonderful

We were free,
but we have limitations,
Happiness and sadness,
they are ephemeral

It is not free,
Its cost is blood
Its cost is death…

photos: ctto

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