Would you look me in the eye,
And see all those days I cried.
As the tears and blood wash down the drain,
Could you tell me it wasn't all in vain.
For the screaming and begging were all it took,
For you to say "execute" at just one look.
And my yelling with a bloody tongue,
As you took away the breath from my lungs.
My blood, slowly drained,
"Soon." You said, "You will be trained."
Trained to do what I hate most,
To look at the bodies and boast.
Brain washed 'till all I know,
Is I have to stay, as I cannot go.
The love and hope is all drained dry,
But no matter what, I will try.
I will try to break this spell, free,
As nobody can do this, only me.
My bones are fragile, my blood stone,
And my thoughts are held in a metal dome.
I will think of ways to escape this maze,
But all the doors are set ablaze.
I will try, and cry, until all that's there,
Is the smudge of hope, that you still care.
I will fall apart, to a pile of dust,
The only way, is that you must,
Believe in loves and dreams,
And ignore all the other screams.
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Poetry And Broken Lines
PoesíaThis book does not get updates frequently. It is for my own personal use, and I warn those who read this. This is a book of poems, story ideas, and other writings. Enjoy!
