standing on a blood-soaked battlefield,
i held my head sky high
and try
to bite bullets,
but caught grenades instead;
when all hope seems lost,
when my bedraggled suit dissevered and
the crimson-colored warzone fades:
i burned the white flag,
cry of no surrender,
pull the trigger,
as i aim to kill monsters
BINABASA MO ANG
On Bridges That We Burned
ПоэзияA collection of unsaid words and feelings dedicated to the people I once loved and cherished.
