black dawn,
on a crimson painted horizon
as our wars
turn into whispers
plastered to lips coated with poison
venom seeps into the veins,
of the victim
the battle is broken, the soldiers all gone
but left behind
one heart lay
a steadying pulse beating,
rendering its descent pointless
a life not to be wasted
boundaries tested
he stumbles on
a man among pretenders,
hiding his face in a mask
he’ll spend his whole life searching
for someone who was never there
will he find himself on the decrepit trail?
or was this all just a maraud,
a twisted dream
concealed by fate? |
Submission Name: black dawn
