Falling

Bren Wrights

Foggy mind and distant skies

I feel time slip me by

Dying butterflies crawl out

of my wounded mouth

 

Lights shine in my eyes

the sun falls from on high

rendering myself in the dark

where devils leave their mark

 

The touch from God

is now a dying dove

I feel myself fall 

crashing from above

 

I’m a stranger in my own eyes

Mouth full of awful lies

no matter how hard I try

I can never reach the sky

 

Hell’s fire burns my skin

this is the cost of my sin

My tears fall from the sky

as my soul leaves me dry

  • Author: Bren (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 31st, 2024 09:45
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