Breathe in the cold air that has suffocated the minds of countless others before;
You hold onto the smallest glimpse of sanity; searching for a sign. With each lonely second your heart freezes a little more.
In an excruciating moment of knowing, your own agony rips you open and scars you to your core,
The world calling for an encore; Whilst your soul screams out in deplore. You are lost in translation and no longer know what you stand for.
The bullets, the missiles, the landmines - you own infinite weapons and have targets galore. It is here, in the chaos of the madness you realise, you are the war.
About the Creator
Jollyoddbod Poetry
Here I am, and here I'll stay;
Like the moon in the darkness that refuses to fade.
Clouds will cover, but cannot take from my reign;
Mark this as the moment that they realise, as they scoff with distain.
They fell asleep, I cannot be blamed.
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