Where are you going to go
Their salvation is yours
To hold and to love
What do you have to show
All their blood pours
Echoing screams like doves
I wonder just how low
where does it store
Somewhere above
What's going to be the final blow
Watching all this gore
Pushing, while you shove
Our salvation resting on your hands
Now your screaming your demands
Not being able to fit the glove
Echoing the names you loved
Turning them to which you hate
Cleaning what's left of your plate
Running but can't seem to escape
Where are you going to go
Their salvation is yours
To hold and to drug.
YOU ARE READING
Enter Thy Mind
PoetryThis publication is a collective of a few of my more personal compositions. It begins with a few pieces from my early teenage years and concludes with more contemporary verses that I have written respectively for this compilation. It presents a poet...
