it was a hell of a way to die,
to stand with a knife,
but maybe i would never lie,
and say i took every step in strife,
because as my feet touched the shattered blades of hope,
and as the wind slapped my face and left a mark of pink,
i never knew there was a way to cope,
with an inability to think.
YOU ARE READING
Kalopsia.
PoetryKalopsia • Noun ; The state in which everyone and everything looks beautiful. ✧一 一一 一一 一一 一一 一一 一一 一一 and here the words will bleed onto the page of each separate chapter in my mind, and the words will fall so effortlessly out of my eyes. 一 一一 一一...
