Senseless words gushing out
Black blood out of wounds
I'm a victim of the concussion I drew myself
Sinking in the void of soundless depths
Until it senses the beasts I've bedded
And vomits me back out
Because my undoing will ruin those who dare wander my path
Dare to walk my track,
drop to your knees and grovel for mercy
Cut yourself open to heal the wounds of others
You will never be the rose that grows in cement
YOU ARE READING
Unturned stones
CasualeI speak for those who can't, won't, shouldn't, etc. I also speak for myself. Because why the heck not?
