Puddle of Ashes
Hollow eyed
gatherers of material... things
thick egos smashing everything
no understanding of our insignificance
against the black curtain of time and star
forgetting the lessons from our scars
Christ crushing little rogues
'til we snap our heart bones
'til the awakening slaps us back
into a puddle of our ashes
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2018
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