Before the sword
I am cast outfallingyou’ll find me burningbefore you find me crawling vile deceiverscreamingReality rawEden was man lost dreaming Just creationnaturebuilt in instincts
Month: May 2020
Brittle Ones
Plastic patriots melting at the first sign of firescreaming battle cries when held from what they desireinconvenience the hardship of the suburban
Battle Scars
I walk with an emotional limpBattle-scarred soul with shrapnel dug deepHealing isn’t always clean I have to decide which limbs I want