Blood withers...
Triumph falters in silence...
Beyond grassy terrains.
...
Pools turn red
Bodies lay silent...
The moon's weapon
Blind's death.
...
Touching strawberries,
Scent's of dessert...
Rot the body.
...
Veins are nervous,
While they dance...
Until satisfaction knocks,
And enters.
YOU ARE READING
Haruka Toku Ni
PoetryThis poetry collection is dedicated towards those who're going through internal hardships. When the feelings of wanting to depart grow too strong. If you wish to bathe in serenity, this is for you.
