Touched by angels
I fall out of embellish.
Because who could,
blinded by the sunlight,
fly towards the morning
away from the truth?
Sinners would try to take
the light behind your eyes,
but when darkness fades
we know that our lives are
made for the living dead.
Thou tried to run away,
barefoot on the cement grave,
the cemetery gates
behind a sinful angel,
blood coursing as
tears on the walls.
But no one can escape the truth;
a secret behind thy back, watch it.
We know that the shadows
are not born from the night.
Would thee bury me
forever, just in sanity?
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ВИ ЧИТАЄТЕ
SOKRATISK TRAGEDI
Поезія❝SOKRATIS TRAGODIA❞ Dessa är de sokratiska tragedierna om hur vi inte kan fly från den skyhöga fasad av rädsla vi skapat.
