• _delta 6w

    why you always look for an abstract art
    When the shadows onslaught and bruises covers your heart

    You become naive and immaturely avoid the pain
    Coward enough ignoring a spreading bright crimson stain

    The paradise you lived in seems a lie
    Deluded and numb, filled with grey sky

    You misread all those spellings of positive vibes
    Sowing hopes in cold and barren places away from tribes

    Wounds that were scars now gaping and raw
    Like an idiot confessing sins in the form of law

    They always crack your ribs in order to bleed
    Fool you are if you think souls work like a seed

    Time moves on but "it" never understands
    You left here just catching the blood in your hands
    ©i_am_pro_at_my_perfections

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    Do
    scars
    bleed?