With the sirens in her head.
Her footsteps timeless
With the counting of the dead
Her hands feel cold
All her tears have seemed to take the heat away.
This emptiness inside us
The abundance we don't say
_________________________________________________________________________________
Her vision know no colours
While her soul creates hues and lines.
Her body shaking for hours.
Because her heart won't beat in time.
Her eyes have lost their shine
To the stars in her mind.
The path of darkness
Hits the brightest souls in time.
_________________________________________________________________________________
No comments:
Post a Comment