Locked up here for countless years,
In shadows deep, where fear's my only peer.
Can't be bothered, 'cause this is my shelter,
No whispers of needing to be better.
Nor will I dare to break my silence,
For it could unleash violence,
Leading to never-ending turbulence,
Wish to have your own forgiveness.
Only these wounds have the right
to urge me forward, to stand and fight.
Even if Ker stands before me; I won't be in fright,
For I've endured this, day and night.
Do you truly know how to use that gun?
Or do you just pull the trigger and point it at everyone?
How reckless you are to have it,
You're gleeful hearing it, as if it's your own pit-a-pat.
Be cautious in its use, you may be amused,
But it may turn, putting you in the pit's abuse.
- Author: jino ( Online)
- Published: January 21st, 2025 02:17
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 1
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