Luyện nghe bài hát Troll

Once upon a time, you and all your
underneath bridges
had ridges for that dropped off into empty chests
as if your were all stolen treasures
as if an excavation crew were to dig up and remove the part of you that let you feel
and while the world above you the wheel you stayed put
knowing that would one day over top of you to get to where it's going
you had an flowing supply line of food
you began to brood humanity and made meals of our hope
as if crushing our spirits would make your cast better reflections than the ones they gave
as if the only way you save yourselves was to make the world ugly so no one would notice you hided in it
you learned to knit pain into a kind of
treated hope like a mirage that you could use to lure in your meal
you lived off our fears, you taste what we feared
and every night, as the moon at stories on sunlight
you darkness as an invite to head out into the woods
you your hands into wrecking balls
your breath became squalls, you made rumble,
you made land shiver, you made and girls pray that someone would deliver them from you
we told them, you real
and then one day, the changed
but you all the same
just from living underneath bridges to living underneath information superhighways
days and became meaningless, each already deep in chest became an abyss no one would ever find the bottom of
concepts love fell into your gravity
we turned ourselves into preservers hoping to save as many as we could
but the fathers who guarded closet doors and the mothers who secured the floors under all shook their heads not knowing how to deal with you
you, who crept into our lives, with tongues knifes stabbing your words into our skin
you to begin uploading yourselves into our homes
you had computer for eyes and software for bones
you turned your into stones
and hurled them at beauty, as if you couldn't bear to see other than ugly
anything
you had fingernails like flint and scraped them against decency hoping we would be the ones to all catch
you all had smiles one-way barbed wire not meant to keep us out, but to keep us in
always like a pin, you spoke in explosions
it cute
it isn't
you talked strangers death
and
and as each family learns to graft skin the wounds you gave them, you helm yourself into the scar
you have the sober back into bars, handed out cigars at memorials
offered nooses, cliffs, and pills to those who unfortunately found you before found help
you praised
waltzed in between tragedies, gracefully miseries as if we would be somehow impressed by the dexterity of your animosity
you on rape
dashed through police tape as if it were the finish line in a race on who could be first
now
you somehow see this as an invitation to turn keyboards into catapults
which one of you can be the first to hate us best
your
already dressed in gear
ready to rage
as if each message is a stage who you recite hostility turning freedom of speech into freedom of cruelty
we are with you
the same way you are stuck you
your mind is glue and it keeps malice fastened there like wallpaper
we were once upon a time told none of you exist
we dismissed you as believe or myth, now
on only with
we can no longer afford to ourselves, that you aren't real
we will not let you your dinners out of the things we feel.