Restless anger under his skin,
A horrific creature howling with the wind.
Crying bloodred tears of torture,
Don't come any closer, I warned ya.
Step back as he shows you his teeth,
Biting, screaming, just to breathe.
No word he ever speaks to any,
'Cause only he would beg for ending.
All alone he sleeps eyes open,
Prays to find a home, he's hopin'.
Are you pity him already?
Let me tell, he's not that friendly.
After all these painful moments
He just remains agressiv, hopeless.
With nothing to lose, he keeps a distance
And no one ever really listens.
There is no need for a word to get spoken,
To see his soul of stone now's broken.
They all go cry when it is too late,
They've never accepted the monster they made.
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Written by the Wind
PoetryIf things get too terrible to speak them out loud, that's when I start writing.. A compliation of my german and english poems. //Eine Zusammenstellung meiner deutschen und englischen Gedichte. Don't read it if you're easily triggered. These poems am...
