The ruins of you
Plague my skin
Broken memories
Remedies for the wounds I have taken
Are yours
Each and every
Broken glass on the floor
Every cut that sullied your feet
Vases of memories in rusted ruins
All in which I thought was mine
Resides in your care
All that beats within my chest shattered to glass
Ice cold
My heart has been stuck in a ;block
Of cold dead stares
What have I done to deserve this kind
Of weakness
I wish for peace
You bring arrows
To a gunfight
You fight were you see my voice as prey
More like a threat
A weapon
Art by: Gloam ll
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Unveild Human Civilization
PoetryTHIS IS NOT A STORY It is a point of vew of people and life the things i feel that maybe others can relate no sugar coated fantasies...If you can't handel some of it i understand just be respectfull in the comments please ;) ⚠️TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️ ...
