Unsaid

one day ,you will listen ,and ill scream

They will know ,
Your words and thoughts,
A thousand will know ,
When a time comes.

You might be dead,
Or long forgot,
The words you wrote ,
The words they read,

Crimson skies ,
Violet clouds ,
Those pages tainted,
With stories now dead.

Every word,
Every phrase,
Of yours will paint ,
A thousand shades.

But your heart ,
On the name of one ,
Close your wounds,
Enough you have bled,

Shatter the world ,
Which shatters you,
You cannot find peace ,
When a weapon you are made.

Breathe my warrior,
A time will come ,
When you will fly ,
When you will live again.

Listen moon child ,
A time will come ,
When they will see ,
Your wings born of pain.
-ss