Find Hope
My blood so cold, slivered ice, my veins are sliced - Cries shrill up my spine, down all the lies - Shadows of a fire, burns in my shade - I find hope, so close to hell, it became heaven - I do not spit in faces, i never hide in cages - To be dead, i will finally be alive - If the eyes of the wicket can see good, why do you shut yours to the world - My pain, can never be slain - By the hand of an angel, my soul splits, she is unable to heal - I weap, streams to a river, i feel my spine shiver - The knife which bleeds, by the wounds on my wrists, faked to present the skin of a snake
poem by Unic Cjonr
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