I don't want to eat
or don't eat at all
but wait I'll starve
I'll starve to death
the death like my grandpa
which i never noticed
in that very same night of August
wen I'm wide awake in my room
in my dreams of trophies and medals
A sad past of him that
I couldn't clearly recall
Just his strong and hard stick
which always hit me
everyday when he sees me
until i became what i am today
without his strong and hard stick
But still in my mind
A torture.