The way is shut,
the light is dead
their hearts are cut
the bloods been shed
The eyes are sealed
our hands are sliced
his flesh is peeled
my blood is ice
the secrets dead
the lies are free
I know their souls
but they cant see me.
Poetry, Fiction and Art
A Life's Worth of Observations from a Songwriter and Sound Engineer
It was all fun and games, until the fisticuffs and shenanigans... -Deutschmarc
Chilling! Great poem.
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