I'm Sorry I Had to Kill You, it's Just Better That Way.
Ask me about the oceans made of blood
And I'll tell you what I did to contribute
How bodies overwhelm me so much
That I only deal in blood.
Thicker than water they said
Maybe that's why it's easy to chose
Violence over pain.
So you understand right?
That it's easier for me this way
That I would rather slit your throat
Than admit the hurt.
That this? It's only a fraction
of the anger I feel
Too bad swords can't speak
Because I wish mine could tell you
The stories of lives that ended in tragedy
About the people who felt pain
But couldn't make me feel it.
Stories of love: theirs, mine
Stories that couldn't get through.
Unfinished but never forgotten.
It's all I can promise you.
-《♡》-
Lol, do these even make sense?
YOU ARE READING
My Beloved Raven,
PoesieRavens smell weakness; they wait for you to die, so that they can feed on you. This one's for my raven, who I sometimes love and sometimes hate. You make me feel so many things. You make me human.
