It funny how he that draw the first sword
always expect sympathy when the favor is reciprocated
they will be the first to express that,
an eye for an eye makes the world blind
oh, but the expression on their face is a sight to behold
Category: poetry
the Damned
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.
Aftermate
The storm is only the beginning
for, when the rumble is over
the mourning truly begins
pain, like footprint on a beach
bold, and deep
time, as timeless as time itself
dissonance, waiting to be softly pulled into tone.
until the end, there is no end.
Make it loud
You are the voice
don’t you understand
raise it loud and clear
in fear, will they cower.
you are a house on fire, let them know
you wanna keep burning
One-47
Memory fails me,
where my armor end, and
where my skin begins
an ultimate search
through ripped veil would I know you at all
it wasn’t my fault echos around me
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