Only ever with an enemy,
Glaring with blood-red eyes at our backs,
Do we talk.
Only ever with an enemy,
Snapping words of disgust
In our faces,
Do we unite.
Only ever with an enemy,
Splintering the world and all within to pieces,
Do we become sisters,
Do we become ourselves again.
So I ask,
In a voice no more than a whisper,
With a shadow of pure wrath spreading,
'Who are you truly?'
And 'Why only ever...with an enemy?'
Apr 26, 2019
Apr 26, 2019 at 2:32 PM UTC
Only ever with an enemy,
Glaring with blood-red eyes at our backs,
Do we talk.
Only ever with an enemy,
Snapping words of disgust
In our faces,
Do we unite.
Only ever with an enemy,
Splintering the world and all within to pieces,
Do we become sisters,
Do we become ourselves again.
So I ask,
In a voice no more than a whisper,
With a shadow of pure wrath spreading,
'Who are you truly?'
And 'Why only ever...with an enemy?'
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