cigarettes hanging from empty mouths.
my hands are shaking and my corpse is God.
the raindrops sound like the bombs
that ring in our ears and tear us apart. those ruins and picture frames
coated with ash
and left to rot
still find the sunlight
that never quite reaches my face. the innocence i can't replace
is shown in your eyes
as we walk through fields of flowers
and ancient demons.i keep promising you another sunrise. at the edge of the earth
our spirit will never die.
the bullets dance across your skin
and the horror of it all seeps through your lips
as you scream and lose your grip
on reality and why this was worth it.
i couldn't save you.
i can't stare too long. i can feel your ghost running through my veins. this foreign dirt hides a thousand graves. my body still walks on
even after my mind is gone. the war is over
but i still can't wipe the blood off of my face.