Jan 2019
The blood on the walls
Speaks
More than the bullets in them
Maybe their metal mouths
Are sewn
Shut
Trying to whisper into the concrete
But heaven doesn't hear
And hell
Never cared
Speaks
More than the bullets in them
Maybe their metal mouths
Are sewn
Shut
Trying to whisper into the concrete
But heaven doesn't hear
And hell
Never cared
