Falling from the skies,
Comes devastation,
Walls crumble,
As lives shatter,
In an instant.
Just out of reach,
The fires I long for,
Stretch for,
With breaking fingers,
Turning to dust.
Shards pierce skin,
As chaos spills into,
Restless streets,
Monuments mean,
Nothing to rivers of blood.
Dec 27, 2015
Dec 27, 2015 at 6:47 PM UTC
Falling from the skies,
Comes devastation,
Walls crumble,
As lives shatter,
In an instant.
Just out of reach,
The fires I long for,
Stretch for,
With breaking fingers,
Turning to dust.
Shards pierce skin,
As chaos spills into,
Restless streets,
Monuments mean,
Nothing to rivers of blood.
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