Freezing water on my skin is unobserved while a warm breeze flows through my steady state of detached focus
Comfortable illusions embraced by the tribe, you look to me and see something of a demon, to be feared, yet respected
I stand tall as any man might, my gaze contains an eternal essence, an angel in this creature
A vessel of blood and bones, feels the emotion of an abandoned infant, the alienation of a wolf betrayed by its pack
Continued to climb with broken arms, walked with a shattered heart, intercepting the silence with bitter expressions of being
Once blindness had become so much better than seeing, watching brothers bend beauty to fit a God forsaken form
I look now upon your beaten face without pity, painfully acknowledging the choices you have made
The sounds of war replaced the quiet calmness of the child I used to be
Weeping without recognition, you scoffed at this agony
Now night after night I contemplate our complacency,
wondering when the rivers of blood may awaken the hearts sacred sense of urgency
A soul of the whole world. I watch the floods and flames engulf the stillness that once was, the peace that was taken for granted, now falling down, and heaven cries it's last goodbye
Sep 8, 2019
Sep 8, 2019 at 1:56 PM UTC
Freezing water on my skin is unobserved while a warm breeze flows through my steady state of detached focus
Comfortable illusions embraced by the tribe, you look to me and see something of a demon, to be feared, yet respected
I stand tall as any man might, my gaze contains an eternal essence, an angel in this creature
A vessel of blood and bones, feels the emotion of an abandoned infant, the alienation of a wolf betrayed by its pack
Continued to climb with broken arms, walked with a shattered heart, intercepting the silence with bitter expressions of being
Once blindness had become so much better than seeing, watching brothers bend beauty to fit a God forsaken form
I look now upon your beaten face without pity, painfully acknowledging the choices you have made
The sounds of war replaced the quiet calmness of the child I used to be
Weeping without recognition, you scoffed at this agony
Now night after night I contemplate our complacency,
wondering when the rivers of blood may awaken the hearts sacred sense of urgency
A soul of the whole world. I watch the floods and flames engulf the stillness that once was, the peace that was taken for granted, now falling down, and heaven cries it's last goodbye
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