Tears overrunning calloused skin
clinging into that nightmare
home was silent, teeth shaking
was the only suave tremble
stay fake don't crumble
Surrounded by foreign regrets
being the worst side of your souls
you've created a dangerous mistake
refusing blood, pouring some poison
lost in memories of the cold season
Running from shadows, I can't fly
scars on my back but there's no arise
not the child you thought
innocence broke against the walls
missing you, missing all the calls
Nations away we're in the same room
bodies and fragments, what is left
screaming to too tired hearts
we might reborn with other eyes
able to read each other without lies
Distrusting my bones and being
listening to what scares is painful
both tormented by your burned past
to kill or to accept a shared fate
be proud, I learned to love in hate
YOU ARE READING
Red wine, black ink.
PoesíaI write during the nights in which insomnia hits my soul. Poems steal my words and make sadness touchable.
