death by the numbers
May 27
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no guts no martyr
angelical archer
dark ages armor
antique harbor
seperated
timeless
No one seems to care
mindless
who will pay the fare
blindness
The cost we share
oneness
a collective dare
paint
i poured out my pain on to sheets of white
like and endless ribbon of red ink
dripping from the knife
pulled from my soul
in pools of insecurity
my questioning
my life
I painted the lines
that stretch out like a highway
leading to you
it’s what I wanted to say
it’s what I wanted to do
does it matter?
not today
my life
with stains on my fingers
intertwined with the universe
a star rises while the moon wanes
they dance in circles
to the music of time and space
my life
Thank you for reading
