and there are people out there
drawing blood of those who mean nothing
but love?
judgment, lies, criticism, spies
shadows that smile as they cover the light
cackle as they paint horrifying beautiful words
with crimson they take as if like paint.
nobles who sit on golden thrones,
high on high, blood on stones;
stones they hide under their throne.
innocent lips painted with blood,
denying those they promised life
and he was nothing like the dark-stained
devils dressed in holy white.
YOU ARE READING
touch.
Poetrya poetry series after free the poems. about touch and emotions, and above all, love. this is the phoenix from the ashes. - - - image credit: silverscents.tumblr
