Choking on the lies
That rise from my throat
I step back from the lake
And recall the things I wrote
The most prominent was 'I love you'
And now I start the slaughter
I promise I'll still remember you
When the blood runs through the water
YOU ARE READING
Dark Poetry
PoesíaWar breaks out, Or so they shout. The odds of winning Are in doubt. We have no clue What the war is about, Yet we fight On and out. I'd like to get some stuff off of my chest. Some words I'd like to say. Some things I want to admit. All can be said...
