Hearts tears apart,
Tears of pain,
Coldness of heart,
Dark thoughts,
Creep in and stay,
When warm sets in.
Hope and happiness,
Sets down to dust,
Bringing terror to life,
With nothing to offer back,
Except for a close heart
May 5, 2016
May 5, 2016 at 8:39 AM UTC
He lays there,
Dead and dry,
Mouth open,
Hard as a stone.
Sun scorching,
As his body blight,
His soul wears black,
Cold shouldered by passersby.
Morning to night,
He waits to find peace,
But crows peck,
Pitch into a dumpster.
May 5, 2016
May 5, 2016 at 8:25 AM UTC
Walking through rugs and hills,
Empty tunnel and broken roads,
Abandon houses and graffiti lane,
To the hill top.
Searching through every corner,
Deserted lands and oceans,
Dark alleys with smoke,
Crawl to the zenith point,
Where Are You?
May 5, 2016
May 5, 2016 at 8:23 AM UTC