The empty cradle sobs upon a wounded bruised womb
A colorless cloud floats away never to return too soon
The petals of a bud soaked in blood way before bloomed
A ruined dream, an echoing cry, a heartless tear doomed
Lifeless breath of unborn spirits buried among undead
Laughter of cruel men roam around, innocent fears unsaid
Delicate thoughts, craving smiles miserably alone in a bed
Done’s done, can’t undone, either way my heart will break
No comments:
Post a Comment