Bullets
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Coffee black
The sound of gunshots in my ear
As i watch the video, gloved hand on gun, the sounds echoing
But i don’t even drink coffee
Territories fade into extinctionBoots overturn lands and flourishing empiresRocket Launchers flash into carded hillsBombs pelt municipalities into destruction Haggard paths tremble under the weights of weary footsAs boundaries are marked in the c
Tested is the silence that breaks the very air
Cruel is the loving hand that hits hardest
painful are the memories of past moments
sorrowful are the paths travled by lonely lovers
Its like i want you to stay here an let my mind be at ease, but its hard to please when my heart is at need
A world dominated by people who have erased vulnerabilityFrom their thoughts, seems to be falling apart.We train ourselves to be stern and collectedTo not show emotions, because emotions are our downfall.