by Teria   Jun 15, 2016

You knew it was coming, your time to fly high
You just didn't realize, how fast time would go by.
The blood stains the walls, the living room chair
The child next door does nothing but stare

Young hearts don't live for all that long,
They're beaten and bruised and carried along,
The sun doesn't rise the same every morning,
When you're running in fear, dead without warning

Ashes remain from the laid to rest,
Battles were fought and won by the best
The sinners are coming, they're screaming my name
Run towards the castle, run from the pain


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  • 2 years ago

    by Poetess

    Wow. This just put a huge knot in my throat. I don't even know what to say. Thank you for sharing this.