dark and cold
memories black and old
none can save me
so why would you dare try?
can you not see
how I can never cry?
no blood dripped
when my soul was ripped
to shreds on the floor
as i watched in pain
There's nothing in this life
for a nomad in the shrapnel rain.
Feb 25, 2020
Feb 25, 2020 at 9:11 PM UTC
dark and cold
memories black and old
none can save me
so why would you dare try?
can you not see
how I can never cry?
no blood dripped
when my soul was ripped
to shreds on the floor
as i watched in pain
There's nothing in this life
for a nomad in the shrapnel rain.
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