• phoenix_ablaze 5w

    I wonder why
    For our oppressors we cry
    They shed our skin, burn all the hope from within
    But for them we would, without a doubt, die

    How beautifully our backs they decorate
    The shades of red and purple we must appreciate
    Because only through them, shall we be great

    Delicate fingers spider at the back of our heads
    Pulling and tying lonely threads
    Plucking the brightest memories, lest the joy spreads

    A callous mess, our feet
    From all the redemption we seek
    Back and forth we go until this life is complete.