the white, black, and the golden;
the shadows hidden by night.
you are the invisible,
you are the light,
everything
i can't
see.
i
spy
broken
ember eyes,
napalm hands
a drop of gasoline
on my burning lands.
you are my final anthem,
both the silent and deafening,
Invisible stars on a sad, old canvas.
***
(Somebody stop us)
YOU ARE READING
The Diary of a Fallen Girl
PoetryThere is no relief. Only love, And death. *** This is dedicated to everyone who has broken my heart before. Thank you. *** {Highest Ranking: #315 in poetry} {Trigger Warning}
