The possessor of a weapon that kills all.
Slashing the backs of those once loved.
Leaving the innocent with open wounds.
They do it with no regrets; it’s a mind game.
Life to them is like an everyday mascaraed.
There will be no peaceful revolution.
Beware the backstabbers who slay the night.
Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 12:53 AM UTC
The ticking bomb of hate,
Constantly showering over our heads.
The unexpected explosions
Creating an even bigger gap,
Between you and I.
An exchange of wishful and unpleasing death
Yelled from across the battle field
We used to be World Peace,
But now we are,
World War III
Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 12:35 AM UTC