26 avril 2017

Deeper Shall Be Their Wounds


I hear the sound of sirens
A screech pulsing in my veins
Deeper, it digs into us deeper
The last murmur of a seeker
Our sky is coloured burgundy
We hope to stop fearing silence
As light rains down slowly
I will not see the last offence
Remember me, I lived next door
Forgive me, for the pain you endure
I abandon a silhouette on this floor
The sole thing I could ever assure

Is my never return.

Jozanie April 26, 2017
 

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