• poetryboi 10w


    A trickle of copper turned into a river
    His screams for help never to deliver
    Silence met and innocents slaughtered
    Time flows by completely unbothered

    Unattainable peace and broken dreams
    His destructive thirst devoured by his streams
    Tides of night disappeared by day
    He desperately tried to find his way

    The sport of endurance comes to a close
    In the crypt lies a single rose
    Shadows surrounding mourn the light
    Another soul claimed by night