Mr Cardigan

When no tragedies surprise

And your sorrow ricochets

When all you are is grief-stricken

This is the life of Mr. Cardigan.

But it wasn't always like that

He was a jolly little fellow

With a small coastal stack

Spending Sundays roasting mellows.

At nights, he would dream

Stargazing to eternity

Praying for his means

Maybe avoiding adversities.

It was the calm before the storm

As a note struck the green

And in comes a deadly scream

With two men behind to storm.

As the night grew darker

And his thoughts grew wearer

Approaching the corpse

A boy who'd been massacred

Holding him in his hands

He frantically ran to the bay

With teardrops freckling his face

Losing hope as life's going away.

Chanting nightmares

Hoping to wake up to a breeze

This couldn't be true

Reiterating disbelief.

Vengeful wrath

Severing vexation

Fatal resentment

Mental aggravation

And he sat in his room

Wandering his days

Renumerating out at nights

The pain would've been the way.

Sacrificing anything

To have that life back

Satisfying any being To have him smile back.

That night wreaked havoc

As the depression deteriorated

Jeopardizing his will

Coronating tyrants, veritable misery.

Sprinkled blood

On the vintage carousel

The epitome of death

The revering devil.

When no tragedies surprise

And your sorrow ricochets

When all you are is grief-stricken

This is the life of Mr. Cardigan.

By: Arman Yusuf