• poetree 23w


    I could see the world slowly fading away,
    I could feel my hands slowly losing the grip,
    Picking and tearing it apart,
    Knees on the ground,
    Hands held up high,
    Only silence,
    Not a single sigh!
    Inside cries and held back tears,
    Restrained rage and struggling fears,
    Suffocating lies and bitter truths,
    The beautiful filth of blooming of fruits.
    It's dark inside,
    Silent oceans and deadly tides.
    Angels in the hell,
    Gods on the ground,
    Peace is nowhere to be found.