child 1:
"as i enter it"

so dark the small damp room
so thick the smell of moss and shroom
i sense my foot in some flood
it's the floor swamped by blood

so stiff in the corner
lies the body of mother, father
or another brother

they look dead
and my vision fade
near my bed
lies something resembles head
a curved blade

stick between my hand
slick like crescent

child 2:
"1500 volt"

my brother always get me up here
where i can see the amazing sphere
many call it cable and wire
the long and span to wherever
been taught how it safe the whoever

this scenery has no end
even when i try to stand
as the train shunt
i am forcefully shut

like the blizzard made by wizard

it causes rasp before my gasp
the skin grates and feels tickling
smell of something burnt, scorching
it's fireworks i see
though it's not eid'l fitri

i can hear my body dragged
scraped against that jagged
they're just don't really care bout much

child 3:

i jump jump jump on the pool
she leap leap leap her face
it's my lustful sister
sits next to me and tells a tale
bout people she works with
people who sit and piss in her bed
one and another night with germs in their genitals
and on and on

child 4:
"lamborghini"

today daddy picks me up
he looks like never had a nap
the first time i see his shoulder
surrounded by two monstrous trailer
between narrowing trucks
his love is so much bucks
trembling he's crying
speed accelerating
i had never heard his scream
and it sounds like mother
exactly like everytime she brings
her girlfriend to her room
let's play along, she invites
they are always so fast
i can't follow
i only watch, like now
i only watch
and we're flying to the moon. .

stressopolis, 11:15 PM 2006