Shadowed by dawnlight,
You seek assylum westward.
My love, whichever way
You choose to drift,
The dark will likely follow.
It matters not,
Where you cast your gaze.
The blood will always, be there.
Within your heart,
On your hands,
Deep, in your veins of being.
Does it matter?
That time has frozen,
With bullets projected in the air.
Either way,
They'll pierce your life.
And you shall bleed again;
With the rest of us.
My love, look to the sky.
Time is nothing,
You shall see.
That blood is life,
And life, is death. |
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