He who is lost upon the bank
A river streaming through his blood.
Tonight he screams,
A body no more
A shell so empty and vacant without a single dream.
May he be of she.
She who walks and never moves
A pool of tears fall from the sky upon her.
Tomorrow she cries
A whole being lost
A broken being in nothing but emptiness without love
May she be of he
They walk feeling numb
They hold nothing in their hands
Now they shout
A human I am
A being with a past, a present, and a future.
May we be whole of us.
May 11, 2017
May 11, 2017 at 4:39 PM UTC
He who is lost upon the bank
A river streaming through his blood.
Tonight he screams,
A body no more
A shell so empty and vacant without a single dream.
May he be of she.
She who walks and never moves
A pool of tears fall from the sky upon her.
Tomorrow she cries
A whole being lost
A broken being in nothing but emptiness without love
May she be of he
They walk feeling numb
They hold nothing in their hands
Now they shout
A human I am
A being with a past, a present, and a future.
May we be whole of us.
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