A sweet soul so
Corrupted
Torn down by the evil ways of the age
he would not agree until his death day
When he saw the light and it's origins
Questioning if he made the right choice.
If the world's a stage, then life's the ever changing genre
Corrupting the people who make it come alive.
I saw your grave and I saw your flowers, but what made you escape your deadly hour?
Mystery and confusion.
A judge sitting and waiting
For the verdict
Both in this life and the next.
Still your lips moved and flowed from them the sweetest honey
Soft and fragile
Heart of glass
Another person who couldn't handle it
They said
Just a trivial American boy
Caught up in his world
That he did not want.
A masterpiece
Of intelligence;
Poetic genius
Heartbroken
Sweet, sweet
Revolutionary.
ВИ ЧИТАЄТЕ
Songs for the Simple Unknown
ПоезіяA collection of poems about various topics including life//death//love// and the unknown. All are my own. *WARNING* mentions suicide
