The bleeding rain pounds on our cheeks
Numbing it to the agony of living
The storm lasts hours, days, weeks
As we wait, barely breathing
Leaves rot and trees die
As we hope for time to pass
The sick azure of the sky
Cutting, a fist full of glass
We envy the departure of the sun
How would it look beyond that hill
Separating life from what its become
Freedom is the wild horse
Running on the horizon,
Flying with no remorse,
Forks of light its mizen
YOU ARE READING
from Hades
PoetryHey guys, i'm posting some amateur poetry, some lean towards dark and gothic but mostly its just how i express my inner turmoil, please let me know what you think =) pretty please comment??
