As the threads brake He sits back smiling
Closing His eyes
as a world of emotions flushes out.
Broken, His breath claws out his mouth
Wishing to never return to that cursed land
Just a pity it gets consumed
****** back in.
Like a shooting star,
light flashes by,
awakening the dark void
A flood of blood rushes
Brain alive
Soul would say otherwise
Fear, of parents when you fail
Disappointment
What is done is done
Long sleeve shirts disagree
Locked doors sing a different song
But the blood stain
Knows the truth
It's a pity
That death said "not today"