She woke one day with a thought worth repeating
I have died so many times that I simply lost score
When death is a gift and life is the curse
Who can say anything about fearing the worst?
Fear has been a blanket over rose colored glasses
A glass half full of poison, who drank it?
Pull it down, begged the keeper
Push it out, screamed the seeker
The heart beat silent in slumber
Yet now, all I hear is a thunderous rumble
The earth had quaked awake a tsunami
Ran the stairs to escape the tidal waves
Down became up and back down again
No stopping the game, legs became lead
Bullseyes float at the top of my head
Pull it, screamed the stairwell
Push it down, sings the unwell
Carrion flesh, singing songs to the hawks
Gnawing on bullets of innocence lost
Gave over freely, no sense of recompense
Talons tore scars, corpses can surprise
Pull it now, their feathers whispered
Push me down, begs the reprise
Sleeping on switchblades, swallowing scorn
A rose gets tired of choking on thorns
Epic. !!!
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Thank you Yas – you’re so sweet to me ❤️
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❤😘
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