Paradise


Blood trickling down pale skin

Reflection cracked and broken

Glassy and blurred vision

Closed and picturing paradise

 

A promise forsaken

Two at the most

The torch mistaken

True comfort to partake in

Spoken lies now awaken

 

What an empty soul

Parched and foolish

Living in fear

Snapped and loaded

Fire upon command

Squeeze and drain

The life from tired eyes

Exactly how Death demands


Guilt and Trauma trips.

 

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