**words ****
tightening the noose on the neck
stabbing anyone in their safest places
firing invisible bullets in chests
hate stays at the corners of death
while you are in front of it
shooting arrows aimed at the heart
laced with spoken disdain
cowardly commentaries turned solemn eulogies
he falls to eternal silence
his pained voice echoes in you forever
you walked him to his grave
quietly, convincingly
...
it' getting dark
in your disturbed slumbers, his dying face waits,
uttering that it's now his turn
to bring you to your grave**
May 3, 2015
May 3, 2015 at 2:20 PM UTC
**words ****
tightening the noose on the neck
stabbing anyone in their safest places
firing invisible bullets in chests
hate stays at the corners of death
while you are in front of it
shooting arrows aimed at the heart
laced with spoken disdain
cowardly commentaries turned solemn eulogies
he falls to eternal silence
his pained voice echoes in you forever
you walked him to his grave
quietly, convincingly
...
it' getting dark
in your disturbed slumbers, his dying face waits,
uttering that it's now his turn
to bring you to your grave**
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