You stole the feather of a black swan
Because your pen ran out of ink
You used its blood for your words to be linked
It bleeds and bleeds and bleeds
Until the land is filled with your greed
And all of the words its seeds
You didn't care about the things that have no name
For you there all just the same
You like watching the bloodshed
And didn't bother at all
Your hands are already washed,
so why matter
You're too busy to stable the wall
You like watching to let it fall
For you, the hole in the walls are small
So now, let them watch and play your role
YOU ARE READING
THE CLOUDWALKER
Poetry𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐄𝐑 (𝗘𝗫𝗣𝗟𝗜𝗖𝗜𝗧) - Living in my own words is better than to suffer your world. "THE CLOUDWALKER" is a collection of poems about the feeling of not belonging to the world, feeling of being trapped in the past, presen...
