Beat little heart,
Move your blood just a bit,
Wake him up so he'd say one last myth,
Let him tell the stories of the old,
Like he was ever here and will never go.
Alone, depraved of the beloved,
Dark and sour was your last moment,
When we cry for you to come and laugh,
You stumble in your ways and leave us with a husk.
Forever heard will your toxic legacy be,
As you lead us to a hard life ferociously,
With such power and thrist for command and control,
You died but you'll be forever loved.
Tears start rolling down your face,
Alcohol filled drops fall without dignity and grace,
Crimson tincted when they fall out of place,
Painting your kids with a last whimper and embrace.
What a beautiful lure,
As she paints her mask a painless figure,
A dancing siren, swirling in the seas,
A broken youth with memories stolen or missed.
A broken land you must now follow,
Dreams scattered, hidden in each shadow,
As you see their trust and love in pain,
How could you betray your blood with no shame?
Rest in the place with no sound,
Where you can't make drinks an excuse to shout,
Where the empty glass is all you see,
But there's no more pain to you, just to me.
Shapeless as we are left,
You are gone, and we miss you at every step,
As if we knew, one day you'd just go,
Leave us deal with the pain while you make angels in the snow,
As if we are ever bound,
To reach endless and never make a sound.
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Поезія"The chaos is scattered and split, but the order it has is not for us to see." Here is my 2nd poetry book, yet another journey delving into the depths of the mind to uncover one self. The chapters will diverse in theme, yet they will be having dark...
