A sin

Jasa

21 Mar, 2017 08:40 PM
Wishing that tomorrow will be here,
As though it is never near.
A blade upon the skin,
As though it was a sin.

A bloody tear,
Is what we fear.
The arm of blood,
Drowning in a flood.

Its all in our minds,
Of something we cannot find.
Of the hunger that is not fed,
In what is lurking in our head.

A blade back upon the skin,
As though it was a sin.
In the dead of the night,
You've lost that fight.
Tags: Sadness
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