This is just a short poem I wrote to see if I still got the nack for poetry. Seems like I'm still okay at it~
We sing for those who lie and live dead
A lullaby from hearts that have bled.
In this hymn, rests the tales of each past day
Of how we each have lived and began to decay.
We are all angels who have fallen from the sky--
All but forgotten and left to die.
We are scarred, bloodied and bruised
And each one of us has been abused.
But after all we’ve been through, we have still survived.
So now we rebuild and get revived.
Our darkness is everlasting only if left alone
It’s time we put ourselves back in on our own thrones.
