He Was Abandoned
Heart with a love with a wound.
The last is like a ruptured balloon,
became empty of film.
Heart with hatred was invulnerable.
Rift began to rapidly expand.
Countless hands were germinated
in an attempt to regain the time lost
from the wound. Through the pain,
he drew a cursed color on the road.
In infinitely flowing blood,
it left a cry of finger gray wall.
Copyright © Zenn Zenn | Year Posted 2015
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