They all speak with their silence,
they all give the go-to for violence;
but they have forgotten that I've been abused,
broken by the love that they have misused;
so now tell me which savior will extend a hand,
which savior will come and save me, the damned;
none but the one who deems me a blubbered fool,
the one who will smile and make me her tool;
so what shall I do to combat this desolation?
And what shall I do to stop this defamation?
for now I am victim to this temptress of despair,
and what is worse is that there is no one to care.
CZYTASZ
poesy of doom
Poezja❝ why is nurturing sorrow like sprouting a tree, why are we not the humanitarians that we would like to be? ❞ ━ my book of poesy that drips of the warmth of saturn; the wrath of hades. do not read if you are not prepared to embrace this cryptical gl...
