Broken Paradise
The world is broken,
So Am I,
Bleeding grief ,
Through cracks of Mosaic.
It wasn't aliens,
Who plunged the sword,
Scouring the substrates,
To excavate their rewards ,
The were my own,
Love and bones,
Who I could not bear anymore ,
So I close my eyes close.
But the pain still lingers,
From surface to soil,
So should I dread the grudge ,
And agitate the turmoil?
Or
Should I lay,
As calmless as I?
Or
Should I bleed,
Till the cold death clutches
My soul?
As I watch them meet their fate,
As they destroy a shelter of their own.
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