NAPATSORN TREESAP

I wish you die alone, 
being buried in the deepest darkest coldest grave, 
I wish you were never born again 
To be monsters ruining someone’s garden 
I wish you see the reflection of you 
In everyone you are talking to 
In every corner of every room
I wish you taste the depth of sour
I wish you taste the profoundness of selfish manner
Taking others’ advantage
Claiming to be the owner of perfectionism
Taking others’ cottage
Claiming to be the host who’s the angel sent
I wish you die alone,
Taking your bloody ego presents
Perfume with the hatred of the people you killed
Just to be a man with the innocent
A statue of a hypocrisy of a villain pretended to be a saint
I wish you die alone 

© 2024 Napatsorn Treesap