Gods fall,
We arise,
Purpose unknown,
Demigods with random names on our skin,
The pain it brings,
Love sings to a deaf crowd Falling onto broken souls Reach forward and grab the madness,
Laugh until you shed blood Mixed with tears,
False happiness,
Mellow moments,
Tense seconds,
Harsh hours,
As we slowly write names of past lovers,
on the new lover's skin,
As they do the same,
Ink and blood exchanged,
We are each other's LOVE LETTER.
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V. Visages Vides (Blank Faces)
Poetrybroken promises false motives if his whole life lies who sees? his pains the small amount of him that remains it sad that naked eyes can't see illusions. -V
