It sounds. Hard as bone, shrill as a siren.
I smile. I stretch.
I can't resist the siren, its call, to a new day.
I yawn, shaking off my tiredness,
A black sun arising, coating the world in its otherworldly light.
For I am grateful,
Yet...
Wistful, maybe, for a time long gone.
I smile, everything just feels
So right, she was.
Right.
I... no... us.
We were never supposed to be.
Together, eternally, in
This place,
our little slice of heaven -
Hell, a burning landscape
so beautiful.
It blinded me to
our love...
Our suffering, as
we exchanged the vows which
I burn, as they do
bind us for an eternity in life, and
In hell.
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For The Brave, For The Bleeding
PoetryA collection of poems for the strong who are fighting, for those who have somebody to fight for, for those who still knows what it's like to love till you hurt all over... A set of original works from your pocket unicorn. Feel free to comment on his...
