To tread the depths
of long promised
Death.
I long for those
forsaken ashes
of whom they
promised I would
Be.
To wade the shallows
of promises
and stolen childhoods,
in search of
broken glass
to cut away
the ribbons of blood,
and join in silent song
the ones fogotten.
To sink in frigid waves
of bloodied eyes
and shattered teeth,
in desperate need
of tethering.
To bleed away all warmth.
To let the floods
turn crimson,
and the skies rain rust.
To drown in the emptied
innocence of life.
Mar 19, 2024
Mar 19, 2024 at 6:01 PM UTC
To tread the depths
of long promised
Death.
I long for those
forsaken ashes
of whom they
promised I would
Be.
To wade the shallows
of promises
and stolen childhoods,
in search of
broken glass
to cut away
the ribbons of blood,
and join in silent song
the ones fogotten.
To sink in frigid waves
of bloodied eyes
and shattered teeth,
in desperate need
of tethering.
To bleed away all warmth.
To let the floods
turn crimson,
and the skies rain rust.
To drown in the emptied
innocence of life.
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