Killers of joy, hating to see her drowning in euphoria. You tear through her veins removing all hope away, and her crying feeds you hungry beasts, but I demand you to release her to me. You remnants of pain, for I am too powerful to be shaken by the meek--liberate her feet, you demons of defeat, or so help me I will demolish your throne, if you continue to let your lies be sown, and leave her without bones.
For I will restore her strength leaving you no time to repent. Your plead will fall on deaf ears and you will be faced with me: your worst enemy. I will destroy your destruction, leaving you indisposed.
And she will see you soon, though I will whisper in her ear "don't worry darling, for they are too weak to move."
YOU ARE READING
Every Tear
PoetryStaring at these blank pages my mind is empty, the words won't bleed from my fingertips, for they only know my eyes.
