How do you guys survive
Off the blood of the enemy?
We don't
How do we when we are
Blacken with cinder
Bitter from memories
Hissing at the sun
We burn
It stings
It smells
Your blood
I let my heart dwell on yours
I couldn't help it
I snatched your heart
I stole it
Put it on a silver platter
Cut open your past wounds
Covered it in salt
Stitched it back up
In gold thread to confuse the eye
From what was never real
The first stanza was made by Vic and Daki in some group chat
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Shadows From The Heart & All Other Places They Hide
Poesia"Please tell me, why does one write poems at all? Isn't it a waste of time?" A child asked me once. I replied, "So we could write meaningfulness to cover up the truth that everything is meaningless." It was the truth, was it not? Cover made by me
