My dark friend
Trying to survive without a memory.
Zombie land, deceased cities.
A glowing ice cube trying to melt its skin's sadness.
A tiny ant walking up with a heavy burden,
A yellow oak tree begging the river for water,
A snake hiding from her victim, waiting for closure silently.
Trying to survive without a memory.
It's a walking coffin between life and life and a kiss for death, not a kiss for life.
YOU ARE READING
Letters To My Dark Friend (#Wattys2015)
ŞiirMy Dark friend, I have written those letters for you. It's getting darker before midnight .
