We signed our name on the face of history upon our birth
our eyes were well acquainted with darkness
until the brutal interruption of light
a demon in disguise— perhaps the light itself,
Next, we put our faith on a faceless existence, but still in doubt
we have barely caught a glimpse of what it all means
before the consequences of the in-between
shattered our knees.
no winners, when the die is cast.

Wow you write so well! I’m loving your poems. Do keep writing 🙂
I’d love your thoughts on my blog. Seeing as you’re a creative writer too, please do leave your feedback 🙂
https://perfectreverieblog.wordpress.com/2016/05/31/kill-him/
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