A Remorseful Life
Thorns piercing through my heart while it's burning. Vines flowing out of my soul, and I look to the sky. Hallelujah, I'm alive. Hallelujah I'm whole.
Smoke of cigarettes flame out into the open. Feelings of charm and warmth pass across my lungs. I see twelve or more dwarfs marching in rows. One of them stepped on my toes.
Planes flying into the fog, and women being rapped in the alleys. The life we lead are lies, planned out like puppets from another dimension.
Time can't save us. We save time to save us. The sun goes down, and everything is quiet. Birds chirping, and the wind blowing white snowflakes onto my face.
Walking passed the church. Blood on White. Everything's a fight. We rise to the golden gates and we look upon the spirits.
The leaders and missions fail. It's not the end of this tale, when soon there will be more blood shed. Anger and hatred have no room. Live the life you are born to lead, or you will just be another blood on white.
Copyright © Teresa Habas | Year Posted 2013
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