Shush.
Listen.
Do you hear the gun shots?
Someone just died.
Shush.
Pay attention.
Do you see the drops of red paint on the ground?
Shush.
Listen closely.
Their screams are coming from inside the walls.
Shush.
Can't you see?
Your ignorance broke many.
YOU ARE READING
Screaming Fallen Angels
PoetryMajority I'm hoping will be my original poerty. Each will not be all depressing if that's the vibe you get, but different topics.
