My skin is grey and eyes are sunk
Hollow are my bones
heavy is this broken soul
As cold and hard as stone
Have pity on these old and brittle
Broken bones of mine
A tapestry of black and blue
Worn out by tear and time
Heal this heart of shattered glass
And body lain in pieces
Fill the holes here left behind
And hide the cracks and creases
Bullet holes and blackened eyes
Please take these away from me
And let a light beacon of hope
At last be what I see
Save me from this hellish fire
Freedom is what I desire
Have pity on me my friend
Help me, let me live again
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
Paper girl
PoesiaA collection of late night thoughts, from spills of emotion to 3am moods. Including childhood poems, Letters I never got to send, Lyrics I can't sing aloud, And miscellaneous quotes and fragments from yet to be published stories. Disclaimer: •chapt...
