Luyện nghe bài hát Immaculate Pinetreeroad #930

Sixteen of age. The suburb sets the scene.
years of rage withheld and concealed.
Doors locked. Curtains drawn. begins.
made. The axe gets a final trim.
Shadowed figures at night. The hands would
and strike his thighs. The kid would not even
be weeping. kid pretending he's sleeping.

Pinetreeroad #930

Kept within his young mind all this damn time.
Not a hint at grew steadily inside.
The hate during at supper and the surpressed
at school. The need to be to strike back grew.
Memories of fingers penetrating. Years of
generating emotions as fuel
when this kid walks down his room.

Parts of bodies found. The splattered all around
The result of the hate unleashed. one shot was heard.
suburb neighbourhood disturbed. This pained mind
has peace. In the backyard. Shotgun at his side.
to identify. Sixteen years of age and dead.
Sixteen of rage to an end.

Pinetreeroad #930