i hear gunshots in drum beats
a funeral march in fanfare
a child's laugh is a wailing scream
a tender smile is an old man's tear
the sun never rises, it only sets
all i can feel is fear
the brightest blue is the blackest black
and the drum beats are the last thing i hear
YOU ARE READING
matter over mind
Poetrykind of a rant book tbh. i write when i'm sad, and i post some of it in this. trigger warnings for depression, negative thoughts, and mentions of suicide. stay street, stay alive.
