Still raw

The clock strikes the last hour And darkness falls Innocence dies a gruesome death And the bodies pile up Dragged into the void At every step Choked to within an inch of life At every attempt of escape Walls come crashing down So do the bones Breaths leave me Still warm and raw

If We Were

Will it not be a better world, If our vision were still pure. Without indoctrination, without adulteration; Without the burden of years, And the veil of knowledge. If our eyes saw beauty, And joy and sorrow. If we were often blinded by love; And chafed raw by agony. If we could still exist in the […]