comfort in bleeding
comfort in bleeding
scars are for life,
and buries the weeds
for a short time, any-way....
I chase shot glasses in dreams,
instant of gratification,
it just leads to lowly shadows,
Maturity to ends and the hows....
before the humanity
is worse than a travesty...
I respect the dead with bows..
I chase my guilt with your rape
A pretend hero who wears a cape,
nothing more than an imposter here
trying to drive a stake with fears.
Copyright © Ryan Geoffrey Hayward | Year Posted 2025
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